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Nikita sighed, and layed her head on Safiya's shoulder. Her arms were wrapped around her girlfriend's waist, and they were both laying back onto the bed, reading the first book in the Maze Runner (tm) series.
Safiya turned her head and gazed at her for a moment, before returning to the book. All was quiet for a moment, before Nikita spoke up.
"It would suck ass being stuck in a dumb fucking maze."
Safiya looked at her oddly, before shrugging. "Yeah, it would.. suck ass being stuck in a maze." Nikita laughed softly. "Bad wording?" Safiya nodded. "Yeah." Nikita nuzzled her face into Safiya's dark hair.
Safiya turned the page, and crossed one leg over the other. She was reading intently when Nikita leaned down and kissed her cheek. She blushed and looked up at Nikita, who smirked. Nikita then leaned down and kissed Safiya on the lips, staying there for a few seconds.
Safiya smiled as they pulled away, and placed her hand on Nikita's face. "I love you Nikita." Nikita smiled back. "I know." At that, Safiya's smiled dropped and she lightly punched the chest of a cackling Nikita. "That is not what you say!" Nikita's loud laughing died down. "I know, I know. But I knew you would react like that! I love you too." Safiya rolled her eyes and turned her body, so she was laying on Nikita's stomach facing her girlfriend.
Safiya leaned foward and placed a kiss on Nikita's nose, noticing how she blushed at the affection. Safiya then layed her head on Nikita's chest and sighed, her hand fiddling with the hem of Nikita's shirt.
"I really wanna make out with you right now."
Nikita raised her eyebrows, suprised. Her sweet little Safiya was never that demanding. Not that she minded.
So, Nikita nodded, and wrapped her arms around Safiya's hips, and pulled her closer until their faces were almost touching.
This time, Safiya leaned in and connected their lips. She turned her head slightly to the side, to get a better angle for the kiss.
When Nikita slowly slipped her tongue into Safiya's mouth, Safiya tensed up for a second, but relaxed. Safiya ran her hand up Nikita's side, playing with her shirt as they kissed.
Safiya pulled away to take a short breath, and Nikita almost whined. She missed the feeling of being so close to the one she loved the most. (gayshitgayshitgayshit)
Safiya's eyes trailed over Nikita's face, and she noticed the way Nikita's dark brown eyes were filled with nothing but adoration and love for the woman in front of her. Safiya smiled and kissed Nikita's forehead. Then, with Nikita's permission, she slipped her hands underneath her girlfriend's shirt.
Nikita almost gasped, and then shouted, "Dude! Your hands are so fucking cold!" Safiya laughed and began tickling Nikita, who laughed and rolled over. Nikita batted at Safiya's hands softly. "Stop, Stop, it's too much!" She yelled, not really meaning it.
Safiya leaned down and began kissing her cheeks, forehead, and lips softly. She removed her hands from Nikita's side and returned them to Nikita's shoulders, before laying her head back on her chest, breathing heavily.
Nikita looked down at her and then looked at the book, lying on the floor, open and discarded when Safiya had punched her. She began quietly thinking about her life with Safiya, among other things, while combing her hands through her girlfriend's dark hair.
I really am living my best life. I'm dating Safiya-fucking-Nygaard, on the same street as Manny, and all my other friends! Pretty nice. And I've come out to all my friends and family as Trans and Bi, and that's great. Yeah. Dope as hell.
She thought some more about random things, barely noticing that Safiya had fallen asleep, relaxed from the gentle motion of Nikita's hand through her hair.
When Nikita finally pulled herself out of pondering If a dog meows, is that like an animal speaking a different language? She noticed the sleeping woman on her chest and smiled softly, before reaching over to click off the lamp one the dresser.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought to put pajamas on. But girlfriends are like pets. If they are on your lap, you do not move, for it is a privilege to be in their presence.
She plugged her phone up, clicked off the t.v., and closed her eyes, knowing full well she was about to be up 10 more minutes thinking. But that was ok.
That was ok.