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Rae’s eyes flutter open, woken by the blinding sun. Still half-asleep, she tries to get out of bed and begin her day. Her limbs however, are entangled amongst another’s. She shakes herself awake and looks down to see what the obstruction is.
Blonde hair splayed across the sheets, light snoring, and an arm thrown over her torso. Her captor is none other than her wife, Claire François. Rae basks in the warmth, snuggling back into her wife’s embrace.
Even after how long they’ve known each other, Rae never tires of Claire. She admires her slumbering wife’s form, and traces her fingertip down the side of her face; starting from her forehead all the way to her cheek, before cupping it in her palm.
Rests her forehead on Claire’s, she’s close enough to feel her breathing. She slides her thumb over Claire’s lips, wishing that it was her own that rested on them. She buries her head into the crook of her shoulder, taking in the familiar scent.
Rae relishes in this giddy feeling that she’s had ever since the two of them became official. Not that she didn’t love Claire before, but something about her face being the first thing she sees each morning, cooking for her as she watches from the dining table, and their stolen kisses before work that make her feel like a school girl experiencing her first romance.
Especially since the time they spent together hadn’t increased at all after the war, their new duties keeping them busier than ever. But to Rae, that is nothing compared to when she had to personally witness Claire’s hardship, without the ability to help her at all. The distance between them still hurts though, so she makes sure to treasure any hint of her wife she can get.
That includes now, where Claire’s head is nuzzled under her chin and their bodies are pressed together without an inch to spare.
Moments like these are what she lives for, when the two of them feel like the only people in the world, and Claire is the only one in her world.
However, even this momentary happiness has to come to an end as she hears her daughters step out from their room. Considerably behind schedule, Rae gets up to cook breakfast. Or at least, that’s what she tried to do, until a hand clasps around her wrist, pulling Rae back to bed.
Claire sits up and blinks her eyes groggily. “Where are you going?”, she asks.
Rei smiles adoringly at her wife before answering, “Good morning, off to make breakfast for us and our daughters, of course.”
“Mm, just five more minutes?”
Claire smiles at her lovingly, wraps her arms around her neck and meets her nose with a peck. The small pecks grow bolder, slowly trailing down to her chin, and then her neck. She deals the final blow by bringing her hand up to her lips, leaving a small, charming kiss.
Rae almost succumbs to her desires, but barely manages to restrain herself.
Clearing her throat, Rae teases, “Why? Are you perhaps feeling needy, Miss Claire?”, rarely seeing her wife so explicitly state her wants.
The tip of Claire’s ears turn red and she flops back into bed, facing away from Rae. Her lack of response is what surprises Rae the most, her wife usually ready with a witty retort to counter her.
However, no matter how much she wishes to sleep in and hug her wife until the sun sets, she can’t let Aleah and May starve. So she settles for a compromise.
Rae climbs onto the bed and leans over Claire, whispering in her ear, “I’ll be back soon enough, try to hold on, okay?”
Claire flushes red down to her chest, shuddering from Rae’s proximity. Meanwhile, Rae hums happily on her way out of the room, energized for the day.
She can’t wait to go back to bed.