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Margareth woke up from a dreamless slumber, completely awake. The moonlight invaded their room, she had no idea what time it was, but probably some unholy hour in the middle of the night.
She blinked, staring at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, enjoying the warmth of the covers and the arms around her, before deciding she would not be able to sleep again. Untangling herself from her wife behind her, she tiptoed to the living room.
The white wooden baby grand piano glowed in the pale light that invaded the room through the tall windows, surrounded by a faint halo of reflected light, almost ethereally. She walked up to it, sat down on the bench and pushed the soft pedal with her toes.
She sat there in complete silence, listening to the early morning birds chirping outside, contemplating on what she could play. The first song that came to her mind - Clair de Lune. 'Fitting' she thought.
Straightening her spine, cultivating her perfect posture, she delicately fingered the keys, playing the song she knew by heart, quietly enough not to wake her spouse. Smiling faintly, instinctively from the joy of playing, Margareth delighted herself in her quiet music.
She stopped when she saw a silhouette in the corner of her eye - turning around to see Hatysa walking up to her, eyes squinting with drowsiness.
"Oh did I wake you up?" Margareth asked, a hint of pity in her voice.
"You did." She responded groggily, sitting next to her. "Though I don't mind being woken up like this." She took her hand from the keys, caressing her knuckles with her thumb and resting her head on her shoulder.
"Good to know" Marge chuckled softly, and started playing again, resuming where she had stopped.
Hatysa was already used to this behavior after years of living together, Margareth always played when she couldn't sleep, ever since she learned how to play as a teen. She glided her hand on her pale back, gently grazing the tip of her fingernails, her skin almost as white as the piano in front of her, and chuckled when her wife shuddered with goosebumps.
Kissing her shoulder, slowly going up with the rhythm of the music, up to her neck, and then her jaw as the woman leaned on her lips, seeing Marge slowly close her eyes and sigh, still playing.
And then slowing down the tempo until she stopped, turned to look at Hatysa with her lips parted, blue eyes eerily grey in the moonlight, lingering on her lips before finally closing the gap between them with a sweet kiss.
When they parted, smiling at each other, Marge tucked away a stray curl behind Hatysa's ear, resting her forehead on hers, sliding her hand across her neck and collarbones, gently brushing her long braids back, behind her shoulder.
Margareth didn't know how much time had passed, when Hatysa took her hands and said "Your fingers are cold."
She chuckled a little. "So are yours."
"Definitely not because we're naked in the living room at five am." Margareth bursted out a soulful laugh at the statement, and Hatysa laughed with her, the sound echoed through the silent house.
"Do you want some tea?" Hatysa asked, adorable again, her brown eyes turning gold with the break of dawn.
Margareth nodded with a pleading smile. "I would love some tea."
"Alright." She pecked her cheek and got up to boil the water, but not before going into the bedroom and covering her lover's bare shoulders with a blanket.
Marge finished the piece, and started playing a new one, a tad more energetic as the cool morning sun peeked through the room and the kettle whistled in the kitchen.
And soon after Hatysa joined her side, under the blanket with two mugs of green tea, both enjoyed the warmth of one another as the sun shyly rose from the ground and peeked through the trees.