She wakes up and squints at the clock. Her eyes widen and she jolts up, jumping out of her bed. She has exactly three minutes to get ready before Paige is going to come and pick her up for breakfast. Shana coming over messed up her already messy sleeping schedule even more. Hastily, she walks to the bathroom, brushing through her hair, washing her face and using the toilet in record time.
Just as she puts her toothbrush in her mouth, the doorbell rings and she has to run downstairs, trying to brush her teeth at the same time. She opens the door and manages to mumble a "Sorry, I'll be ready in a second," around the toothbrush, more or less understandably, without getting toothpaste on herself. Paige looks a bit confused, but before she says anything, Emily turns around and runs back upstairs.
Brushing her teeth just a little bit faster, she spits into the sink and rinses twice, hurrying back into her room to change out of her pajamas. She pulls down her pants and throws them to the floor, turning around to get something to wear out of her closet.
"Allergic to mornings, huh?", she hears Paige say from the doorway. She looks at her, then at the shirt she's wearing with a frown. "As you can see, yes," she replies and turns back to her clothes. Grabbing a pair of pants, she feels hands sliding around her waist and lips pressing against her neck and her eyes flutter shut.
"Well, I hope you're not allergic to morning kisses," Paige whispers into her ear and kisses the skin behind it. She has to smile, biting her lip, her eyes still closed, the pants in her hands forgotten. Paige spins her around, their lips meeting in a smiling kiss and her hands seem to get a mind of their own, the jeans falling down next to her pajama pants, her arms coming to rest on Paige's shoulders.
Paige slips her hands beneath Emily's shirt, pulling her closer and Emily is too slow to stop her moan. Pulling back from their kiss, Paige grins at her. "What do you think," she mumbles, stealing another kiss, "about skipping breakfast?" Smiling, she kisses Paige, running her tongue over a soft bottom lip swiftly, moving them towards her bed.
"Breakfast is overrated anyway."