Tonight is not going as planned.
Which isn't really to say you had a plan at all but if you did, it wouldn't have gone like this…
You and HG were supposed to go to that Italian restaurant near her house and sit side by side in a tiny booth, surrounded by tacky Italian décor while you held hands under the checkered tabletop. After, you'd walk her to her front door and kiss her without tongue and it would've been the perfect first date.
But instead you're watching HG bond with Claudia over Spaghetti-O's.
Claudia's parents had called you frantic because of some emergency and begged you to keep Claudia for the night. HG had been beside you in the library, obviously eavesdropping on your conversation and watched with a smile as you, with extreme reluctance, agreed to baby-sit.
"How're you with kids?" You'd asked, hanging up your phone and tucking it into your pocket and HG's eyes softened curiously for a moment.
"Absolutely dreadful." She'd finally murmured, taking your hand easily and the sensation of her fingers sliding between yours had stolen your focus and all the questions you'd had about the look in her eyes were lost.
"Well, Pete has food poisoning so hopefully you're over exaggerating about your child care abilities because you're helping me." You'd murmured, watching HG's expression quirk in amusement.
"Convince me." She'd challenged quietly and after a quick glance to make sure you were alone, you did with your lips on hers.
"Where're you from?" Claudia asks loudly, drawing your attention with orange sauce smeared about her mouth while she spoons circle shaped noodles into her mouth. "You talk weird."
"I'm from London." HG answers easily from the other side of the table, amusement playing clearly on her face and you smirk down at the half-eaten sandwich in front of you. You'd given HG a rundown on Claudia on the way over, couldn't stress enough that the child genius was a handful and a half and HG had just smirked at you the entire time like you were challenging her.
"Are you smart like Myka?" Claudia wonders around a mouthful of Spaghetti-o's. You frown at the orange sauce streaked across her cheek. "You probably are since you and Mykes are friends."
"Oh, I'm not nearly as smart as Myka." HG laughs across from Claudia and you roll your eyes as you sit back in your chair because modesty is not HG's strong suit.
"That's because she's way smarter than me. Though Claudia will probably give you a run for your money, she's incredibly smart." You say and Claudia turns bright red but looks pleased across the dining room table.
"She's obviously very gifted." HG nods and Claudia is practically buzzing with energy in her chair under your attention.
You lean back in your chair as Claudia chatters away, providing HG with an entire run down of her short but somehow eccentric life while HG murmurs words in the appropriate gaps of silence. You're staring at HG and she catches you with a curious tilt of her brow and when you shrug in explanation HG gives you a smile that makes you all warm and blush-y.
"Pete likes you. That's how come I kinda know who you are." You glance away from HG's teasing mouth at Claudia's words. "He talks about you sometimes. You have an accent and he likes that. He calls you a crumpet, whatever that is, and he says he's gonna ask you on a date. Do you wanna go on a date with him too? Is a crumpet like a cookie?" HG just smiles indulgently at Claudia who is shoveling food into her mouth and staring at HG with wide eyes while a heavy, ugly feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You glance down at the half eaten sandwich in front of you even as HG's socked foot nudges yours under the table."That's sweet but I'm afraid Pete isn't really my type." HG offers primly but pointedly before kicking your shin under the table. You wince and glare at her while she smiles pleasantly. "And a crumpet is a sort of griddle cake.""Sucks for him. Its like he wants to marry you or something." Claudia shrugs, dragging the back of her hand over her mouth and leaving a smear of orange sauce on her cheek."Yeah. Or something." You glower at HG who tilts her head then kicks you again, harder. She's calling you an idiot with just her eyes and you stick your tongue out at her.
You don't even know how to explain the hot jealousy wrapping around your insides because there's nothing to be jealous of really but it doesn't stop the feeling from knotting around your guts. HG isn't interested in Pete. She's made that very clear and you know that you're the one being idiotic in this entire situation."Hey, HG, do you wanna see my room?" Claudia wonders excitedly, changing subjects so fast that your head spins. She's already shoving her empty bowl away and recklessly interrupting the wordless conversation you and HG are having."I'd love to." HG laughs as Claudia jumps to her feet and grasps her hand. "I'm sure Myka won't mind cleaning up before joining us."
"Ok! But hurry up, Myka! I wanna show you all the stuff I built!"
/
You're sprawled in the recliner, your book heavy in your lap while you drift blearily on the edge of sleep and the television drones in the background.
You count tonight as success because there was only one small fire, everyone's eyebrows are intact and HG is in the process of reading Claudia a story which means she's getting to bed at a reasonable hour. In fact, the most successful night you and Pete ever managed still involved Pete loosing an entire toenail, you breaking the Donovan's fine china and Claudia going to sleep at 3am.
HG shuffles into the living room and you watch her pause with bleary eyes. She smiles at you before coming to stand over you and moving your book to the coffee table carefully.
"I was reading that." you argue quietly and HG only chuckles while your fingers float out to touch her hand. "Are you guys done? She in bed?"
HG nods, eyes closing for a moment while your fingers slip between hers. "That child is brilliant."
"An evil genius." You mutter as HG face goes contemplative. Then she's moving, slipping carefully into your lap and the chair rocks back with a groan while she gages your reaction.
Hg is well versed in intimacy and you're really just playing catch up but you like that she's waiting patiently for you. Nudging gently at your boundaries but never shoving despite that one night together.
"You lied earlier. You said you weren't good with kids but your amazing with her." You say as
she settles and you lick your suddenly dry lips as she rests against you. The sway of her hips is distracting as she sinks into you and you grip at her waist dumbly.
"Myka," she starts thoughtfully and you smile up at her expectantly. "You are amazing."
You laugh at that. "I didn't really do anything but thanks."
"You are doing more than you know, actually." HG murmurs before dipping her head to kiss you softly. Electricity sparks under your skin instantly and you wonder if it'll always be like this with HG. You know you want it to be.
She kisses you again, warm and lazy, until your slipping your tongue into her mouth while she chuckles quietly. She stops laughing when you bite at her lip, just moans softly as you tuck your hand against the camber of her jaw.
You know your eyes are glazed over and your mouth is red when she pulls back a little. Her dark eyes gaze at you searchingly and you lick your lips and smile.
"I'm okay. We don't have to stop." You whisper, dragging your thumb against her bottom lip. "Unless you-"
"What I'm feeling right now." She starts softly. "I wish I could feel this way for eternity."
You don't know how to respond to that beyond kissing her chin softly, the curve of her cheek when she smiles faintly. Her lips find yours again while her hands find your stomach, palms flat against your belly while she fingers the buttons of your shirt.
Her lips drag down away from yours, wet and soft against your jaw and HG moans when your hands slip down to grip the back of her thighs.
So, by some unspoken agreement you and HG have limited your physical interactions with one another since that night the two of you spent together. You think she's afraid of scaring you off and you know you just want to be sure and sober the next time something like that happens but this thing between the two of you is rather relentless.
So much so thatthings have escalated from chaste, soft kisses and now you guys are hovering somewhere around blind groping territory. Obviously, now is not the time to test those ever expanding boundaries but surging hormones are making you feel drunk and HG is making you feel invincible and you let HG nudge your shirt off you shoulder a little while she sucks too hard on your neck.
"You'll leave a mark." You rasp even as HG's hips roll forward absently and her teeth catch against your collarbone. She only throws you a quick glance before biting at the curve of your neck and the fireworks that shoot off in your brain make you squeeze your eyes shut with a hiss.
She laughs, low and soft, even as you lean forward to kiss her blindly. The sound dies though when the sound of a bedroom door creaking open reaches the two of you.
"You've got to be kidding me." HG mutters around your bottom lip before flopping down beside you in the recliner while you jerk your shirt back into place and wipe furiously at your mouth.
HG is chuckling quietly and you elbow her just as Claudia appears from the hall.
"What're you guys doing?" She yawns, rubbing at her eyes and you swallow as you blush bright red.
"Nothing!" You shout, choking on nervous laughter while HG shakes her head in amusement. "We weren't doing anything. Why? What's, uh, what's wrong?"
"I need a milkshake." Claudia shrugs. "Can I make one?"
You start to tell her no but HG is elbowing you hard and you grunt instead.
"Of course, Darling. Who're we to stand in the way of a milk shake craving?" HG says brightly and Claudia beams.
"Dude, you're awesome." She mutters before zipping into the kitchen and you turn to glare at HG.
"She's supposed to be in bed." You hiss and HG rolls her eyes, swooping forward to kiss your pouting mouth.
"Don't be a party pooper, Myka." She teases and you turn away to the rattling coming from the kitchen.
"I am not a party pooper." You glower and HG laughs, kissing your cheek and nuzzling your neck.
The sound of the blender bursting to life startles you and HG's mouth slips against your jaw with an unamused groan but you both jump to your feet when the sound is swallowed up by the boom of a small explosion.
"Claudia!" You call, skidding into the kitchen with HG against your back and you gape at the girl with huge eyes.
"So," Claudia starts, wiping at the chocolate ice cream splatter across her face before glancing around the kitchen which is covered in ice cream. "This looks a lot worst than it actually is."
/
A pillow lands unceremoniously beside you on the floor and you glance up from your book to eye it while you turn the page absently. Then HG is dropping down gracefully too, mimicking your position on her belly next to you on the plush carpet.
She's visiting under the guise of needing help with the science class she's actually acing and you'd watched from the stairs as she'd strolled into your house behind Tracy, easily charming the pants off both your mother and father before turning towards you and loudly declaring you a life savor for taking her on.
Now you're all closed up in your bedroom with textbooks scattered around and music bubbling softly from your laptop.
"Hello." You greet quietly and HG just smiles at you, dark eyes sparkling while she tucks the pillow under her chin.
"Hello." She murmurs just as softly and the way her voice sounds right now gives you butterflies. "How's your reading going?"
"Fine." You laugh at the mischievousness glittering in her eyes. It makes you lean over and kiss her softly. You're not expecting the way she surges forward and licks into your mouth though and you pull back with a gasp. "HG."
" Myka, what must I do to convince you to focus on me instead of that novel?" HG questions teasingly, dark eyes focusing on your mouth for a moment before meandering back up to meet your gaze. And honestly, it wouldn't take a lot but HG is playful and roguish right now like she wants a challenge so you shrug. "At this moment I'm liable to do anything for your attentions."
"I don't know if there's anything you can do." You breathe, "Melville is pretty engaging."
HG smiles at that, inching closer to you on the carpet. "I can be quite engaging myself."
You don't doubt that at all as you watch HG reach to close your book and push it away a little before leaning over and pressing her lips to your neck.
"HG." You laugh as she pushes your hair out of her way. You glance up at the shut but unlocked bedroom door and bite down on your lip.
"Darling, don't make me beg." She pleads right against your ear and goose bumps erupt along your arms . "I really want to kiss you. A bit of a snog if you will…I've procured a pillow for the occasion."
You laugh at that, at her big pleading eyes and the curl of her lips while you bones buzz with excitement. "A pillow, huh?"
HG nods proudly, nudging it towards you. "I did."
You laugh as she swoops forward, prodding you over onto your back before adjusting the pillow beneath your head.
"Comfortable?" HG murmurs, sweeping your hair away from your face and she waits for you to nod before she drops her mouth against yours.
Or tries to but you tilt your head away and she laughs against your jaw with a groan, hand pressing against your stomach.
"Myka. Lovely, lovely Myka." She murmurs and you laugh as she tries again, this time catching your lips and you smile into her mouth.
The thing is, kissing HG is intense and she laughs at the way your brushing your lips against hers but then there's a hand in your hair holding you where she wants you and a tongue in your mouth and all you can do is moan and try to keep up.
"Is this alright?" HG pulls back to ask after what feels like the longest moments as she crawls on top of you, settling a knee on either side of your hips and you nod breathlessly, licking at your bruised lips. You're not a very religious person but right now you're praying to anyone that'll listen that no one decides to walk into your room right now. "Positive?"
"It feels-You feel really good." You say honestly, letting your hands settle on her waist before nudging your way under her shirt as she nuzzles at your throat. Your insides feel like they're in messy knots and your brain feels mushy and useless beyond the way HG feels and the way HG tastes and God, please don't let anyone walk into your bedroom right now. You shut your eyes as HG leans up to press a kiss to your forehead, then your eyelids.
"We could stop." HG offers quietly before kissing you again, soft and pulling. "And I could let you continue reading the ever engaging Melville."
"I bet you think you're so funny." You laugh breathlessly, moving a hand to sweep her hair back and craning your neck to kiss her even as your fingers tangle around a thin chain at her neck.
She whispers, "Its been rumored that I'm in possession of quite the wit." while you tug the chain free of her collar and a gold locket tumbles free to hang between the two of you. You try to remember if you've seen it before but you can't recall.
HG stills above you, the dizzying smile she'd been wearing seconds before fading away as you finger the locket absently and the tips of her fingers trace across your mouth. HG watches your thumb smooth over the intricate detailing on the locket before lifting her eyes to yours.
"It's beautiful." You murmur as she trails her fingers down your chin before sitting up suddenly. "HG?"
You follow her up dumbly, her legs still bracketing your waist and her knees pressing into your ribs while she tugs the necklace over her head with fumbling hands before thrusting it at you jerkily.
"HG?" You ask again, blinking at the jewelry in her hand dumbly and you have no idea what's going on but you know its something important as you watch the locket sway with the slight tremble in her hand, your fingers reaching back to curl over the top of her socked feet.
"Myka," HG rasps, a smile that you think she might intend to be reassuring, sweeps across her face as she squeezes your sides with her knees. "Take it."
You do, the metal warm and heavy in your palm and you turn it over and over before looking at HG in confusion.
"Open it." HG whispers, smile fading right before your eyes and you glance down at the locket sitting in your hand. "Go on."
"You don't have to do this." You blurt and HG's gaze drifts upwards from the piece of jewelry your holding to land on your face. Her eyes are wide and bright with what you realize is nervousness and your fingers close tight around the locket. "I'm not…I don't…Whatever in here is yours and I don't have to…"
"Myka, I'm very aware that this isn't necessary." HG breathes, pushing a hand through her hair absently while she watches you steadily. "But, I want to share this with you."
HG has been offering herself to you in bits and pieces because you asked. Shining a flickering flame on the shadowed parts of herself because you whispered that you wanted to see all of her. You have a tendency to present yourself to her in all of your awkward, nerdy glory because you can't seem to help it but she responds to your loss of self control with a smile and a careful reveal of her layers. You wont lie, its beautiful to watch the way she unravels.
"Okay," You swallow, "Okay."
You hold the locket between both hands, use your thumbnail to pry it apart at the latch while your heart beats loudly in your ears. You look up at HG one last time to see her eyes focused on your hands, her mouth pressed it a hard line and with a slow breath you open it.
You don't know what you expected but its not this. In fact, its so far from this that you chuckle breathlessly as you stare down at the locket and the picture inside of it.
Who is this?" you wonder quietly, smiling at the image of the tiny baby swaddled in pink, yawning up at you with shinning eyes open and dark hair curling against her forehead. "Who is she?""That," HG starts and you glance up to find her gazing down at the picture with soft eyes and suddenly you know what she's going to say before she says it. There's a swell of sudden realization that breaks over you right before she speaks. "That is my Christina. My daughter."Her eyes are on your face suddenly, searching and waiting, almost challenging, and you blink down at the picture again. You're aware that the answers to so many of your questions about HG are right here in your palm and that HG has just handed them over to you.
"She's beautiful." you say finally because of all the thoughts currently filling your mind, its the most prominent. You find yourself grinning up at HG who is staring at you nearly expressionless before looking back at the picture. "She looks just like you. I mean, was there even another person involved in her conception? Because she's a tiny, more wrinkly version of you. She's you, ya know? Even her nose-"A watery chuckle cuts you off and you're surprised to find HG smiling at you now and wiping away tears. You grin at her a little bit, glancing down at the photo one last time before closing it carefully and leaning forward to slip the chain down over her head. It catches on her ears and nose and she laughs and sniffles a little bit as you finally get it around her neck.
"She's really beautiful, HG." You whisper, sweeping her hair away from her neck so it wont snag in the chain.
"Myka, you are the only person outside of my immediate family that knows about her." She breathes quietly as you use your thumb to brush away tears and your own hands are shaking as HG shows you her heart. "I'm in no way ashamed of her or even my past, really, but my mulish family with their Neanderthal ideals …"
"I'm so happy you told me about Christina. Thank you." You whisper as HG pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nodding. "And I'm sorry your family sucks."
HG laughs wetly at that, "You've possibly the most sincere heart I've ever encountered." You shrug a little, blushing too and HG laughs again, sniffling slightly while her hands come up to touch the tops of your knees.
"Is Christina with your family right now?" You wonder and HG nods.
"They couldn't handle the scandal of Helena Wells carrying a child so I spent much of last year being home schooled and then it was decided that I would go to America to finish school after I gave birth and my child would stay with my family in London until I returned." She sighs and you watch the longing take over her features.
"You miss her a lot." You say and HG nods again, licking her lips.
"Every moment of every day." She admits, "Mother sends me photographs and letter but its-"
"Not the same." You finish for her, watching HG hunch forward.
"She's growing up without her mother." She exhales, glancing up at you and you scoot closer before wrapping her up in your arms. She doesn't fight you, just slumps into your chest and cries.
/
She looks different, you think, as you kneel at the side of your bed and offer her the glass of water you just ran downstairs to get. She takes it slowly and you watch her sit up just enough to drink. She looks tired and raw and her eyes are still a little red but she also looks real, like maybe this is who she is without all of her layers.
"Gosh, you're so pretty." You say stupidly and HG just laughs as she reaches to set her glass on the bedside table before shuffling down against your pillows again.
"Lie down with me?" She smiles in a way that probably gets her anything she's ever wanted while she reaches out to pinch at the spot on your shirt that's still wet with her tears and even though you shouldn't, you find yourself toeing off your sneakers and climbing into bed with her.
"Will you be alright?" You ask while you curl up behind her, tangling your legs with hers carefully and sliding your arm over her waist.
"Of course." She whispers as she traces over your hand slowly, fingertips tracing your knuckles. "Catharsis is nothing if not strenuous"
You hum in agreement, pressing closer and kissing her shoulder through her blouse. The affection you feel for this girl is indescribable in this moment and you don't fight the feeling as it settles on you like an anvil.
"If youth, throughout all history, had had a champion to stand up for it; to show a doubting world that a child can think; and, possibly, do it practically; you wouldn't constantly run across folks today who claim that "a child don't know anything."" You murmur the words from memory, pressing the infamous first lines of Gadsby against HG's shoulder. She exhales quietly, you can feel her ribs swell then deflate beneath your arm as her body settles into the mattress just a little more and her hand squeezes tightly around yours.
"A child's brain starts functioning at birth; and has, amongst its many infant convolutions, thousands of dormant atoms, into which God has put a mystic possibility for noticing an adult's act, and figuring out its purport."
You keep going for as long as you can but eventually you loose the words and your voice fades until its just you breathing in and HG breathing out.
It's quiet for a long time, the muted sounds from outside drifting through your half open window. Floating in and out of the room and you think maybe HG's fallen asleep. You tuck your knees up behind hers and think of her with a wailing baby in her arms for just a moment.
Suddenly, HG is turning in your arms and you loosen your grip as she moves to face you, eyes soft and heavy lidded.
"Hello." You greet, curving your hand around her waist and squeezing while she fits her legs between and around yours in an intimate embrace. She just smiles at you, burrowing into your pillow a little.
"I'm falling for you, you know." HG murmurs after a while, eyes glowing in the afternoon light that spills past your half pulled curtains. "Admittedly, I was ridiculously fond of you the first time I laid eyes on you, lost in your literature and ignoring the world, but the more time we spend together, the more I…I'm falling."
Her fingers move to sift through the curls of your hair, her gaze focused on the strands tangling around her fingertips. "Are you just saying this because I recited Gadsby from memory?"
HG grins at you, shifting closer and tugging on a spiral of your hair. "Your endless consumption of literature helps but is ultimately just one of many reasons that I adore you. I'm admitting this because it's true, its how I feel."
"Oh." You swallow as your heart beats harder, so loudly that HG should be able to hear it as clearly as the cars passing on the street below your window. "I-Uhm…"
"I've gone and scared you." HG whispers apologetically and you lick your lips, watch her eyes track the movement before shaking your head. "Say something then?"
You like to think that you have a better than average grip on the English language but in this moment words appear to be failing you in spectacular glory. HG is showing you her heart again, bright red and honest, and you can't find an appropriately sincere way to tell her that you like her so much its scary.
"I really, really, really like you, HG." You finally sputter and the sheer lack of eloquence in the words tumbling from your mouth right now would be mesmerizing if it weren't so horrifying. "Really."
"Really?" She teases with relief in her voice and you reach up to tug at her wrist, guiding it from your hair and pressing it to your chest so she can feel the fierce beat of your heart against her palm.
"Really." You whisper and HG's hand curls in your shirt, eyes soft and lips parted and you suck in a breath before she's kissing you gently.
The air is tense when she pulls away but then HG is smiling at you a little bit, actually chuckling when you swiftly tip her over onto her back and slide a knee over her hip. You're surprised by how much you like her here, in your bed like this.
You sit straight up and HG's hands immediately go to your stomach, scratching her way beneath the hem of your tank top. "What if someone comes in?"
"I dunno." You shrug, biting your lip as her hands wander to your butt. "I'll tell them something horrible happened and you needed CPR."
"You're truly ridiculous." HG hums before curling her tongue past your teeth. Your skin prickles and when you shift restlessly against her, HG nudges a leg between yours.
"Maybe I'd say I was just kissing my girlfriend." You murmur against her lips and HG pauses for a beat, thumb tracing waistband of your running shorts.
"I'd like that, I think." She finally says and your mouth flickers up into a crooked grin.
"You know I'm talking about you, right? You would be my girlfriend in that scenario." You affirm and HG is beaming at you.
"You're adorable. Do you know that?" She sighs and you laugh. "I've always been yours. Since the day I laid eyes on you I've been yours."
"When you say things like that. It makes me feel…indestructible." You whisper and she sighs again.
"Myka, I would shout my feelings for you from the tallest mountain top just as earnestly as I'd whisper them against you ear." Lips brush yours and you tremble a little as a chill races down your spine.
You kiss her , you want her to taste how you feel on the tip of your tongue and she moans underneath you like maybe she does.
You kiss her hungrily, pushing under her blouse and tracing her ribs while she twists underneath you.
She pulls her lips away, dragging her mouth to your ear and you don't realize that your rolling your hips against her until she threads her fingers into your hair and whispers how good you feel into your ear.
You lift your head to glance at your bedroom door, hesitating for a moment before HG drags your focus back to her.
"Myka, don't stop." She exhales and you bite your lip, shaking your head a little because your parents are right down stairs but HG just kisses you hard and bucks up against you.
Her hands are buried in your hair, heels of her hands pressed against your ears, forcing you to maintain eye contact as her hips follow the clumsy rhythm of yours. She looks amazing spread out underneath you the way she is, with sweaty hair curling against her forehead and her eyes dark and shining.
It too much too fast, your heart pounding and white-hot pressure building and building low in your stomach until your finishing with a choked cry.
You suck in a desperate breath as a shudder rips down your spine, HG's mouth moving to brush lightly against your jaw as you come undone. She holds you tightly while you shake and arch, murmuring words against your skin as your eyes flutter shut helplessly.
You're still trembling and attempting to regain the ability to think or move when HG pulls your mouth to hers and kisses you sloppily.
"You're gorgeous." She exhales and you swallow dryly as you slump down against HG fully, your shaky arms giving out suddenly and she laughs. You're not sure how rutting against someone like an animal can be gorgeous but you like that HG thought you were.
HG sort of knocks you over with a grunt and you can embarrassingly feel yourself suddenly exhausted as she crowds close so you're face to face. She reaches out to smooth your hairline and you absently trace the chain around her neck.
"Next time, I want to use my mouth on you. Has anyone ever done that for you?" She says after a moment and you laugh nervously, blushing despite what just happened.
"I, uhm, no. No one's ever." You manage and HG looks at with you eager eyes.
"I'd like to be the first." HG whispers and you nod. "I promise that you'll like it."
"I know I will. I'm just not sure I'll-I'll survive something like that." You laugh and HG smirks proudly. "Don't make that face."
"What face should I make when you're complementing my sexual prowess?" She questions and you roll your eyes, stretching dreamily. "You're falling asleep."
You shake your head, kissing her nose and your eyelids weigh a ton in right now. "No, I want to do…anything you want…you know, for you."
HG kisses your nose in return before scrambling out of your bed entirely.
"Hey." You call, sitting up a little as she snags your desk chair on the way to the door and shoves it under the doorknob.
"All I really want is to hold on to you. Just for a while." She sighs turning to stare at you. "But I'd also like it very much if you took your shirt off whilst it happened."
"Pervert." You murmur even as you twist out of your shirt shyly. HG heads back to bed slowly, watching as you manage to get your bra off without looking like a complete idiot and toss both items away.
"Can I touch you a bit too?" She asks softly even as she unbuttons her own blouse, one knee landing on the bed as she shrugs out of it.
"You can do whatever you want to me." You blurt and HG's eyes lift from your chest to your eyes as she tugs off her blouse and then her own bra, a soft smile pulling at her lips.
You both manage to climb under the rumpled blankets and curl together on your sides so your face to face again. You fall asleep with HG's fingertips dragging dizzying patterns against your stomach.