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Sarah half-woke to a soft, warm kiss to the back of her neck. She grumbled and turned her head to bury it against Diana’s shoulder, entirely too comfortable to even feign interest in getting up. Leona chuckled softly against her neck, low and husky, and Sarah twitched at the warmth against her bare skin. The feeling of Leona’s fingertips tracing curious designs on her shoulder, stirring goosebumps on her forearms, woke her up a little more.
“Go back to sleep,” Sarah complained, petulant, voice still rough with lethargy.
Another low laugh. Diana this time. “You’re the only one still sleeping, sweet,” she teased between tempting little kisses to her lips. That woke Sarah up enough to notice Diana’s fingers aimlessly trailing over her ribs.
“Then let me go back to sleep,” she grumbled, trying to curl up between her girls in a way that got the damned sunrise out of her eyes.
Leona kissed her shoulder, and Sarah could feel her smile in the gesture. “Gotta get up at some point, love.”
“ Ugh. ” She couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do less. It was warm, it was comfortable, her girls were here. Why anyone ever got out of bed was beyond her.
Sarah felt Leona reach over to tap Diana, followed by those warm, callused fingertips tracing something on her forearm. She was too sleepy to follow it, but Diana, strangely, began to giggle.
She cracked open an eye. “I’m going to regret asking, aren’t I?”
Leona laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the patch of skin she’d been stroking, another on her shoulder, her neck, her jaw. “You have a patch of freckles on your shoulder here that almost exactly make Eleadora Minor.”
Whatever Sarah had been expecting, that wasn’t it. She opened both eyes, then, turning her head to give Leona a bewildered look. “ What? ”
Leona’s bright hazel eyes were striking in the dawn’s first light, flecks of green and gold glittering in her irises as her eyes narrowed with mirth. “Really! Look, here’s her lantern—”
Sarah lifted a brow. “Have you two just been trying to make constellations with my freckles this whole time?” For all her bewilderment, the thought was somehow still utterly charming. Sarah couldn’t recall the last time someone had been so fascinated with her body in such innocent manner as to admire her for freckles , of all things.
The teasing kiss Diana pressed to her brow drew her back. “You nearly have the Pearl Sword on your side here too,” she chuckled, drawing a finger over Sarah’s ribs again. “You’re just missing part of the crossguard.”
“You are both painfully sentimental,” Sarah murmured fondly. She let her eyes fall shut again, content to let her girls touch as they liked.
“Freckles are cute,” Diana defended.
“Leona has them too, go mess with hers,” Sarah teased.
“Oh, darling, she’s had years to do that,” Leona said. She pinched Sarah’s hip. “Don’t be a brat. Besides, you have significantly more of them. Obviously.”
“Obviously,” Sarah echoed dryly.
She wasn’t expecting the soft, lingering kiss on the mouth, but she melted into it anyway. “They’re especially cute on you,” Diana purred against her lips. “Like the night sky flung over your shoulders.”
That was enough to startle a blush into Sarah’s cheeks. She grumbled nonsense and tried to bury her face in Diana’s collar amidst Diana and Leona’s soft, fond laughs as they nuzzled closer to her.
Diana pressed a kiss to the crown of Sarah’s head, smiling into her scarlet mane. “I think it’s fitting,” she said, nuzzling against her, “that the moon and the sun both fell for the woman flecked with stardust.”
“ Stop, ” Sarah inadvertently whined, her blush deepening.
“Oh, that is cute,” Leona cooed, kissing the back of Sarah’s ear. “Our little Stardust.”