Quilting Appreciation: HannahSusan
Word Count: 306
"Congratulations."
Hannah looks up, a smile on her lips when she sees Susan leaning against her bedpost. They have been dating for a year now, and Susan still makes her stomach erupt with butterflies. She hopes that never stops. "Thank you," she replies. "But… for what?"
Susan grins, chuckling. Hannah likes it when she smiles. Her freckled face scrunches up, and it's the most adorable thing in the world. "For becoming prefect," she answers, sitting beside Hannah. Her fingers graze lightly over Hannah's hand. "I'm proud of you."
Hannah feels warmth stain her cheeks. She reaches out and taps a finger against the prefect badge, unable to resist a smile. Her mother had been a perfect years ago, and now Hannah has followed in her footsteps.
"Bit of a shame though," Susan adds.
The words draw Hannah out of her thoughts. She stares at Susan in confusion, brows raised. Only moments ago, her girlfriend had been proud of her. Why is this suddenly a shame? It makes no sense.
As if she can read her thoughts, Susan grins and leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to Hannah's cheek. "I recall a few nights last year," she murmurs, fingers ghosting down Hannah's arm, "after curfew with you. If you're a perfect, you'll be obligated to give me a detention or something if I try."
Hannah pulls back, laughing softly. "I'd have to give myself a detention," she points out.
Susan's grin broadens. She wraps her arms around Hannah, pulling her close once again. "Are you telling me that you would deliberately break the rules?" she chuckles.
Hannah nods. It's amazing that she means it. She's been raised to believe that rules are rarely meant to be broken. But there's something about Susan that makes it all fade away to where it no longer matters. "Gladly," she confirms