She lay on the sofa, eyes closed, looking just like she was waiting to be kissed. Bernie perched on the edge and watched her. She murmured something. Bernie smiled and leaned forward, taking her face in her hands and pressing a gentle kiss on her.
'Hello, you.'
She said it louder this time. Bernie sat back and met Serena's eyes. There was real warmth radiating back at her and she couldn't believe that it was the same person. The sharp abrasive manner she'd been on the receiving end of had evaporated and in its place was such affection, it made her breathless to think of it. She pushed aside the blanket and snuggled her way inside, resting her head in the crook of her neck and snuffling in Serena's perfume happily. Bernie lightly wound herself around and moaned into Serena's neck as each stroke of her fingers entangled through her hair, grazing her scalp. Serena let her other hand lightly scratch up and down the other woman's back and was rewarded with hardening nipples and some delightful writhing from her companion. The room was cold but they sparked under the covers, there was a rhythm to it. Wandering hands slowly unbuttoned and clothes were simply slipped off. Before the night was out they'd fallen asleep; under the blanket, legs entwined, clothes pooled on the floor.