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If she was looking at it from an exteremely far-away, wry, objective point of view, Migle would have laughed. A sarcastic laugh, full of hatred toward the irony that consumed the present situation. But now, she needed to concentrate on moving.

She had been thrust from a wispy dream that had left her concentration the moment she was jolted awake by the screeching of her...what was it? Alarm clock? But she hadn't set it...

Migle wanted to shriek, to scream, but those things require breathing, which was of difficulty presently. Moving was hard enough. Smoke was everywhere, which was the source of the irony. Migle knew what was going on. The knowledge that was once foggy as she awoke was now screaming at her. The cigarette she had thrown in the trash had caused a fire in her apartment. Fuck.

She continually asked herself why she couldn't move but sluggishly, slowly. Much, much too slowly. She remembered learning once in school, years ago, that smoke caused the body to slow down. Yet as she coughed and choked violently and dragged herself across the floor, she continued to ask herself that and many more questions. Like why she was so stupid. Why she had started smoking again. Why she felt like she was going to die that night, die in the smoke that obscured her view of the flames.

Sophia's voice was tinny through the phone.

"Are you sure you're OK?" She had seen the breaking news of the fire on TV thanks to her late-night, de-stress viewing habits.

"Yeah. Thanks." Migle was very conciously not acknowledging the fact that the cause of the fire had been conveniently divulged on channel seven.

The staticky silence cut into Sophia's core.

"Do you need a place to...stay?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

"My house is open. I'll come by, OK?"

"Alright." Migle found herself breathing harder, rushing to say something meaninful before Sophia hung up.

"Just...I'm really grateful. This has been, like, a shock and I really don't know how I'm..."

It took Migle a second to realize she was too late. Sophia had already hung up.

"So how come you weren't asleep?" Migle asked Sophia as she dropped her purse on the kitchen table. She didn't really want to talk about the sad state of her apartment. And Sophia understood that.

"I have insomnia. Bad."

"That sucks. And me...well, I'm kinda too shaken up to even think about sleep." She ran her hand through her hair.

"You thirsty? I have tea. I make it all the time, way too much really." Sophia offered with a laugh.

"Yeah, that'd be great." Migle said. "Bathroom?" she asked, glad the ice was broken.

"End of the hall."

Once there, Migle leaned over the sink and examined her eyes. Crystal blue, with slight circles underneath. Her eyes tended to do that under stress rather than lack of sleep. She turned on the water and splashed it at her face a bit. It felt good. Looking back up at her face, she scowled. "Ugh."

"No, you really are." Migle jumped a little, and turned to see Sophia leaning against the doorframe. She cocked her head and looked to be deep in thought. "Beautiful, I mean."

Nothing mattered. Not staying up until dawn as tea was set aside and left to cool. The questions, the admittances, the dancing of eyes as the bearing of souls commenced didn't matter either. The awkward silences before the conversational climax, the admittance, and the knowing, gleaming look in each girl's eyes was gone. It was just this moment, these actions, in the hours before dawn, that stayed. That mattered. That lived.

With shades drawn, full moon barely penentrating through them, and with innocent white sheets gleaming, two happily and mildly confused girls sat in front of eachother. Words hadn't been spoken since they took their places.

Awkwardly, Sophia reached out and lightly traced Migle's naked arm. Starting at the wrist, she dragged her fingertip, barely touching, up her lower arm and to her shoulder, sending shivers down Migle's spine. When Sophia reached her shoulder, she curled her hand around a strand of Migle's angelically straight, fair hair that framed her ethereal face. One with closed eyes and slightly parted lips that spoke silent, suggestive promises and had a mischevous air about them. Sophia took her chin and tilted it slightly up, and Migle opened her eyes and looked into Sophia's, who in turn leaned forward to caputure Migle in a soft, questioning kiss. She answered by shifting her weight and leaning slightly forward and reciprocating the kiss. An offering.

Sophia decided to play with, to tease that offering. She reached out and explored Migle's breasts beneath her bra. Migle lowered her eyelashes and smiled wickedly, her white teeth glittering in the near-pitch dark. Letting Sophia know exactly what she wanted. Needless to say, the other girl was happy to comply. She snapped the restraint off easily and it fell into Migle's lap.

Sophia brought her hands back up to Migle's shoulders and smoothed her hands over her chest just above her breasts. In a quick fluid moment she smoothed her hands between them and over Migle's rib cage, bringing them to the small of her back. She gripped that perfect surface and leaned forward quickly, kissing her fiercly. Migle kissed her back, and soon they lost track of who kissed whom, who initiated and who recieved. All thoughts except those of what was to come and what was occuring presently evaporated in the passion that was now between them. Migle squeezed her hands up between them and grabbed one of Sophia's breasts, making her part the kiss in surprise. Her sparkling eyes shot open, and Migle enjoyed the message that was in them. Migle took care of Sophia's bra in the same way Sophia had done to her earlier. She hesitated, taking in the lovely woman before her.

She leaned forward and kissed her way from Sophia's collar bone to the delicate rose petals at the peak of her breasts. As she teased them with her teeth, she was delighted to feel Sophia's body practically melt. Migle wanted to laugh, to sing, to cry all at once. She chose the first one. As she sat up to smile and giggle like she was so many years younger, Sophia took advantage of the shifting control and leaned forward. She straddled Migle and sweeped her blonde hair away from her face, mirroring the smile. Migle reveled in the flushed body now pressed against hers. Sophia's mouth met the smiling one before her and each tongue battled for control of the other. When that slowed down, Sophia moved back a bit and smoothed her hands once more down Migle's body. She explored her target at the apex of the other woman's legs, and lust thickened the air in the room. Migle's head arched back in and dimly she compared the thick, passionate air to the smoke in her apartment. It seemed like years ago to her. As Sophia pinched and rubbed and probed, Migle's hands tightened hard against Sohpia's shoulder blades, knuckles white. Sophia liked the small pain and knew what she wanted to do next.

She slid down the other woman's body and buried her face between parted thighs. Passion erupted and the room spun, threatening to fall and crush the both of them beneath its wicked darkness. A darkness that was slowly alleviated as the girls were finished and the sun rose.

Sophia only had to look into Migle's eyes to know that even though the day had started and the night was gone, they were far from finished.