December 4th – Ribbon
It seemed to Lin she left her office a little later with every passing day. Obviously, her job had always been demanding at best, but for the last couple weeks, it had become increasingly irritating.
Back when she lived by herself, she probably wouldn't have minded as much. But now that Kuvira had somehow woven her way into her life, things had changed. Lin reveled in the little, quiet moments they would steal, idly chatting over scalding tea, before sleep overcame them both.
As she tiptoed towards the bedroom, careful not to make a sound to disturb Kuvira's slumber, Lin noticed a little note taped to the door.
'If you thought I would forget which day we are, you were sorely mistaken.' the note said. Lin smiled, surprised. She wouldn't have thought Kuvira was one to remember birthdays. Somehow, the younger woman kept on surprising her.
'Hello, gorgeous,' a voice suddenly purred as she walked inside the room, and Lin was surprised once more. Kuvira was leaning over the bed in a calculated display of olive flesh, wearing nothing but a crimson ribbon around her lithe body. 'Happy birthday.'
'I think I may get used to growing old after all,' Lin replied with a smirk.