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Warm sweet breath on her face. That was the first thing that Carla was aware of when she woke, though her eyes were still closed. She couldn't help the small smile that played across her lips because she knew exactly who was there with her. She'd stayed. Her eyelids flickered open and she was face to face with her very own sleeping beauty. It seemed odd that she could compare something in her life to a fairytale, when she'd been declined of so many 'happy ever afters'. Even her most recent attempt of happiness had been thrashed by the liquid demon, the constant spell stopping her from being able to fully reunite with her own 'Prince charming.'
True love always seemed to be associated with one of those, but 'true love' and Prince Charming' are very separate forms. The thought was starting to torment her. It was wrong, so wrong. He's the constant in every fairytale, saving princesses and melting their hearts, marrying them before carting them off to a castle to live happily ever after. Maybe they should show the part where he runs off with another woman, or fails to save her because he's down at the pub, drowning his sorrows in fizzy, brown, bitter tasting liquid.
She focuses on Michelle once more and instantly the anger leaves her. How can she be angry when she's currently one of the most luckiest women alive? Memories of the night before wash over her mind and she still can't believe just how connected they were. She can't help but lean over, brush a strand of glossy back hair from Michelle's sleeping face and close the short distance between their lips.
The kiss was brief as Michelle stirred and Carla was still analysing her fairytale. She suddenly decides that Prince Charming is insignificant and that the kiss that roused Sleeping Beauty could have been given by anyone, as long as the bond between the two was true love. It just so happens that in the fairytale Sleeping Beauty was a daft mare, who fell for a smooth talking, royal dickhead, who rode about on a horse.
"Too warm," Michelle's sleepy slur left her lips in an almost inaudible mumble.
"Morning to you, too." Carla laughed, unable to remember the last time she had done so. She kicked the bedcovers away from them, revealing their barely clothed forms. Michelle seemed oblivious to the fact that she was clad in only one of Carla's sloppy grey off the shoulder tops. Instead, she let out a content sigh, welcoming the cool air on her skin.
"Better?"
"Yeah, loads better." Despite complaining about being too warm, she automatically shuffled up to Carla, lightly stroking down her cheek. "Last night was so amazing, I just don't get where it all came from."
"What do you mean?"
"The passion, the connection. We've known each other for years . Since when did we want eachother?"
"Since all men are pillocks." Carla muttered, darkly, instinctively curling into Michelle.
"Well, now you mention it," Michelle sighed, giving a small nod of understanding. Maybe she hasn't had to cope with the psycho maniacs that Carla seemed to be cursed with, but she'd had her fair share of love rats.
"Maybe there's something wrong with me," A small frown creased Carla's features as she thought this through.
"What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with you Carla."
"Oh, come on. If it's not someone else's fella, it's a nutter. The only exception being Trev, and what happened there? Maybe I'm not wired up properly. Or maybe I'm the one that sends them crazy? Maybe I'm just-"
"Too beautiful," It hadn't meant to have been an outloud thought. And now she'd said it, Michelle's head dropped allowing her hair to hide the scarlet blush that coloured her cheeks.
"As much as I am flattered, you've also confused me." Carla pushed Michelle's hair back from her face, tipping her chin.
"Well, they'll do anything to keep you won't they? Once they have you they don't want to let you go."
"Or maybe they just liked power. They were businessmen, weren't they? Liked to feel in control…" Carla muttered, folding her arms across herself, remembering just how in control Frank was.
"Ey, come here," Carla allows herself to fall into Michelle's embrace, she knows that once her arms are around her, Frank will melt away, the way that she melts into her arms.
"I feel like I can do it, when you're here." She whispered, her hand resting just at the back of Michelle's head so she could bring her down for a kiss.
"You can do it, darling. Regardless of whether I'm here or not. You're so much stronger than I am." Michelle returned the kiss, her warm lips moulding around Carla's, fingertips gliding over the curve of Carla's waist.
Neither of them spoke for the few minutes that followed, they just got lost in the slow, sensual kiss they were sharing, hands stroking over eachothers bodies as they re-familiarised themselves with what they had discovered the night before.
"You're right men are pillocks." Michelle murmured against Carla's lips, to which Carla let out a tiny laugh, causing their teeth to crash together.
"Some people would say you were biased, considering out position. But, I think you're right."
"They tell you they love you," She whispered, pausing to take Carla's lower lip between hers, sucking lightly, before breaking off so she could continue speaking, "And then they fuck off a million miles away to pursue a life of sun, sea, ships, sex and slappers."
"He's an idiot, Michelle. For ever letting you go. If you were mine I'd hang onto you with every fibre of my being." Carla pressed another firm kiss against her lips, having had nowhere near enough before deciding to add. "In a way that's non-psychomaniac."
They were lost in their kiss once more, the only noise in the room being one that consisted of gentle sighs, and the sound of the breaking and rejoining of lips.
"Prove it to me." Michelle placed her arms either side of Carla, leaning over her. "Prove to me that you wouldn't let me go."
"How?"
Michelle lowered herself down until her forehead was resting lightly against Carla's.
"Be with me."
