A/N: So originally this was going to be a one-shot, but now I've figured I'm going to have to split it into two or three chapters otherwise it'll be too long. Just a random Nikki/Christine idea! The title will make sense at the end, honest xD

~Mini Peacelet~


The strident blare generated by the minute alarm clock penetrated around the bedroom hastily, rousing both women in its presence with a hostile startle. Christine groaned drowsily as she rolled onto her side and extended her slender arm, muting the buzzing alarm. "What time is it?" mumbled the brunette - still contaminated by the depths of her sleep - sprawled beside her, several limbs entwined together beneath the cotton sheets.

"Time we got up," The blonde admitted, a sad sigh escaping her dry lips.

Nikki prised her dazzling blue orbs to stay open, squinting for a short stint whilst she adjusted to the vivid sunlight, intensely lighting the room as well as casting a glisten of warmth into it's path. She tilted her right arm so she could glance at her watch, crafted from expensive white gold and a fine leather, suddenly wide awake as she distinguished the time, "We're going to be late!" She exclaimed, an impulsive urge of dynamism materialised from her sleep engulfed frame resulting in her tussling to free her own body components from the complex twists and jumbles of bed linen and her partner's body.

The brunette soon halted, minimising the sound she created from scuffling about, a prompt reaction subsequently to her delicate ears alerting her that Connor was the other side of the wooden door - he had knocked and shouted that he had made a mug of coffee for his mother. Instincts advised Nikki to leap from the bed and hide in the en suite, but a communication error between her body and brain was evident as she froze, temporarily paralysed excluding her lips that muttered expletives.

"Hide," Christine instructed, her voice nothing more than a mere whisper but plenty loud enough for Nikki to hear, "Lay down," she clarified her command and pulled the duvet over her new lover, ruffling it into various bumps so it simply looked as though it was an unmade bed; well that was the intention anyway. "Come in,"

The door opened and the blonde watched as her son walked in, handing her the roasting cup of coffee, "shouldn't you be up and dressed? You're going to be late..." He stated.

Christine exhaled a sigh, "I know, Connor. I just over slept. Go on ahead to school without me," she replied, swallowing a tiny mouthful of the beige coloured beverage. Out of the corner of her eye, she had spotted some of Nikki's clothes folded neatly on the chair alongside a bag that she had come accompanied with since her staying over was becoming a regular occurrence, she couldn't have been more relieved when Connor didn't notice, and she was surprised herself that the floor wasn't decorated with garments of clothing although some had been pushed under the bed, how she couldn't remember. But she had identified one of Nikki's favourite, soft brown ankle boots flung carelessly across the floor, her heart beating potently against her chest with nerves incase he noticed.

Connor nodded, contented with his mother's reply and disappeared out of the bedroom without saying anything more.

Nikki emerged from beneath the covers, "where's my coffee?" She pouted, the cheeky twinkle in her orbs elucidating that she was just teasing.

Christine smirked, "you'll have to wait until Connor's left,"

"Or you could just share," Nikki hinted, elongating her arm to reach for the cup.

Christine repositioned the mug out of Nikki's reach, safely placing it on her bedside cabinet.

Nikki frowned and grasped her slim fingers firmly around the feather pillow, impishly striking her partner. She couldn't suppress her exquisite grin, still with a glint of mischief as she displayed her pearly-white teeth.

"Oi," Christine laughed, clutching her palms around her own pillow and mirroring the actions Nikki had started just seconds before.

Both women continued to use each other as a target, completely losing track of time. They were definitely going to be late for work now. Nikki beamed triumphantly seven minutes later as she clasped her fingertips around the mug of coffee, Christine having finally given in. It was just as well Connor had departed considering the amount of giggling. Her smile soon upturned to a pout again, "It's cold."

Christine couldn't help but laugh, "come on, we'd better get up."