This one is fluffy to make up for the last one's angst. I hope you enjoy!
There are many details of Elizabeth Childs that Alison Hendrix has noticed and made note of in her mind. The fact that she can at times be a little too crass. A little too bold. A little too vulgar. But also the fact that she can be gentle. And loving. And quiet and contemplative when the time comes. Sometimes she gets so deep that it scares Alison a little. That's when Beth snaps out of her reverie and wraps her arms around Alison's waist, reassuring her that she is still there.
But Beth Childs has some light-hearted details too. Like the way she doesn't know how to do anything with her hair aside from a ponytail and a bun. Sometimes Alison does her hair. She tells her that she needs to try something different once and a while when in reality she just wants to be close and doing her hair is a good excuse. Beth lets her do it even though she sees through her ruse because she wants to be close too.
Or the way that she will sit through Alison's musicals even though they put her to sleep. It frustrates Alison because musicals are close to her heart. But when Beth wakes up as the credits are rolling and gets such a guilty expression on her face Alison forgives her. Beth yawns and kisses her on the cheek and tells her that next time she'll stay awake for sure.
Yeah right.
Because that's exactly what's happening right now. Chicago is playing on the TV and Alison is watching intently. She did Chicago once back in college, and even though she was just a member of the ensemble she knows all the words by heart. She is fighting with herself not to sing along, and is doing a pretty good job. She doesn't want to be a distraction because this is the first time Beth has seen this one. Or at least, she thought Beth was watching. Until something hits her on the back of the head.
"Ouch!" she says loudly, reaching up to rub the offended spot. She looks to her right and realizes that Beth has, once again, fallen asleep. The other woman is sprawled out on the other half of the couch, gently snoring. That's something else Alison has noticed about Beth Childs. She sleeps sprawled out in every which way. It's so different from Alison herself, who tends to sleep curled up in a tiny ball, which works because Beth usually takes up most of the bed (or couch in this case).
She's asleep on her back, halfway on and halfway off the sofa. One hand rests on the floor while the other is tucked behind her head. Her right knee is pulled up, foot tucked underneath Alison, and her other foot had been on the back of the sofa before falling off and hitting Alison on the head.
Alison huffs and shakes Beth awake. The other woman grumbles for a moment before blinking blearily up at Alison. Suddenly she bolts upright, eyes wide, and then flops back down with a groan.
"I did it again," she says, her voice muffled because she's covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry Ali."
Alison tries to be mad but finds she can't with Beth staring at her through her fingers with the biggest eyes she can possibly make. "Fine," she says. "But you have to make it up to me. Especially since you kicked me in the head!" She reaches out for Beth's hand and pulls her back up to sitting.
"I kicked you?" the cop asks, looking even guiltier. "Where?" Alison gestures to her head, which really doesn't even hurt anymore, and Beth scoots closer. She drapes her legs across Alison's lap and grabs her head, pulling her down and planting a sloppy kiss on her hair. "I really am sorry Ali."
Alison wants to be mad. She really wants to be mad. But she finds that she can't with Beth's arms wrapped around her and the weight of her legs resting across her lap. Beth begins pressing kisses against her temple, slowly trailing down until she reaches the corner of her mouth. Alison wants to frown, but how can she when Beth's lips are pressed against the corner of her own like that?
"Fine," she grumbles, allowing Beth to pull her down so she is resting on top of the cop. She notes the grin on Beth's face and knows that she has not won this battle.
But how can she be mad when she know she'll wake up in a few hours warm in Beth's arms?