Just a little Cleena thing, inspired by the tags I wrote for this post on tumblr: nerdsbianhokie tumblr com/post/52349392760
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"It's time for bed."
"Just let me finish this one thing."
"You have until I'm changed."
Claudia finally looked up from her laptop. Leena was going through her pajama drawer; her shirt hung loosely in her hand, and Claudia couldn't pull her eyes away from the exposed skin until her laptop beeped angrily at her a few times. Her eyes returned to the screen, and her fingers resumed their dance across the keys.
A few moments later, her pinkie hit the enter key, and the program closed. She looked back up at Leena, who was wearing a set of Claudia's pajama's and an amused smile.
"You done?" the innkeeper asked.
"Yup," Claudia replied as she put her laptop to sleep.
Leena walked over to the bed. She picked up the laptop and moved it to the nightstand. She then pulled Claudia's face up to kiss her.
"This is my side of the bed," she murmured against Claudia's lips.
"Your point?" Claudia replied.
Leena replied by just lightly shoving Claudia back. She chuckled as the red head let her body move into a roll and ended perched on the other edge of the bed.
They moved the extra pillows to the foot of the bed, and pulled the blanket back.
Leena slid under the covers, then moved her arm out to let Claudia curl into her. Her arm moved back and she ran her fingers through the red hair. One of Claudia's arms was curled under her, while the other was draped over Leena's torso.
"I'll wake you up in the morning," Leena muttered.
Claudia nodded.
Leena woke her every morning before going to prepare breakfast. Claudia would usually go back to sleep for another hour, but Leena was sure to never miss a morning. The one morning she had, Claudia had searched the entire house, and had been in a panic when she had found Leena in the kitchen.
Leena had promised that she would never leave Claudia without telling her first.
She kissed Claudia's forehead and their bodies slowly relaxed into sleep.
Claudia woke without the warmth of Leena pressed against her. She reached over to pull the woman over, only to feel cold sheets. She propped herself up onto her elbows, and blinked at the empty bed.
The truth suddenly hit her.
Leena was dead.
She let herself fall back down, and buried her face into her pillow to muffle her sobs. The others couldn't know how much pain she was in. Against all odds, the women had managed to keep their relationship a secret, so the other agents had believed her façade of being traumatized by stabbing Artie.
Of course, she had been traumatized by stabbing Artie, enough to fool Steve at least. A good portion of the trauma, however, had come from the fact that it had almost felt good to stab him. She had felt Leena's touch, heard her laugh, seen her in the puddle of her own blood, while stabbing him.
Slowly, her sobs stopped, and she was left staring at the empty side of the bed, with her pillow clenched tightly against her chest.
Her eyes flicked up to the picture of Leena on the nightstand.
"You promised," she whispered.
