I CAN REST TOMORROW. PRAISE JESUIS.
Short chapter, sorry! I'll find a good one eventually.
Je dois etudier francais, mais je veux ecrire. Je sais! Je vais ecrire EN francais! Je suis super.
I don't own anything.
Minamo's bed was small. The somewhat frugal woman had decided, years ago, if she ever started dating someone she would invest in a bigger bed. That plan didn't exactly pan out. Not when she loved being this close to Yukari.
The English teacher was closest to the edge of the bed, lying on her side with her head propped up in her hand. Minamo lay on her back, looking up at the other woman. One arm lay flush between their bodies; the other was resting under her neck.
Quiet evenings like this reminded Minamo of how they fell in love. She grinned as brown eyes searched hers.
"I could get lost in your eyes, Nyamo…" Yukari finally spoke.
Minamo scoffed, "That was cheesy."
"Shut up and listen to me!" The eccentric woman huffed. She continued once Minamo nodded, "As I was trying to say… Your eyes would be the bluest blue if they weren't dark gray."
The PE teacher looked taken aback at the pathetic compliment, "Blue eyes?"
Yukari nodded, "I love blue eyes."
"Oh yeah?" Minamo scooted closer towards the wall and away from the other woman. She inwardly wondered why her eyes weren't pretty enough.
"Don't you?" Yukari's tone made it sound like everyone on the planet loved blue eyes. She reached over to put a hand on the athletic woman's toned abdomen.
"Not really," Minamo shrugged, "Though I love black hair…"
Yukari yanked her hand away as if she'd been burned. She touched her brown hair and growled, "How dare you."
They mock glared at each other for all of five seconds before dissolving into laughter.