The flickering TV cast a pale blue light over the room. Beverly turned to see Alana's eyes glistening as if she were about to cry. She noticed Beverly looking and quickly brushed the tears away with her hand, leaving wet trails along her cheeks.

"I- this movie just makes me sad..." Alana was embarrassed that she was crying over something as trivial as a movie.

"Alana, it's fine. Really." Beverly softly said. Hesitantly, she pulled Alana closer under the blankets. Alana offered no resistance, curling up against her.

Beverly looked at the other woman, pressed against her. Her thick brown hair was a mess, curled around her shoulders, but still she looked as flawless as ever.

Beverly ran her finders through Alana's hair, brushing the strands away from her face gently. Alana opened her eyes at the touch.

"Bev?" She was slurring her speech slightly.

Beverly drew back. "I'm sorry-"

"No, it's okay." Alana hugged her and smiled.

Beverly glanced down at Alana's head, now resting on Beverly's own chest. She must be pretty drunk, Beverly thought, she doesn't usually show her emotions so much. Then again, it's not like this was a bad thing. She brushed her fingers over Alana's face, contouring her nose, down to those coral lips. It was still hard to believe they were that shade without makeup. As Beverly pressed Alana closer against her, she barely stirred.

Alana was still awake, however, to feel Beverly's lips briefly press against hers before they both fell asleep.