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She squinted at the bright like her phone was emitting.
Low power mode. 12% battery remaining.
Leighton groaned and placed her phone back in its designated spot on her nightstand. She shifted her weight to the edge of the bed and reached down to feel for her charger.
Finding the thin cord while half asleep in a mesh tank top proved difficult, but eventually, with only a few curses muttered under her breath, she found the pink fur covered charger and plugged in her phone.
The lighting instantly roared to life, and Leighton flailed to turn her brightness down while checking the time.
5:56 am. Great
Her first class didn't start for another four hours, but there was no chance she would get back to sleep now.
She sighed and swiped down to see her notifications
instagram: @llilian_murry1834 left a comment on your post - 3:38am
Bela: staying with the girls from the Foxy tonight, so you have the room to yourselves 👀 -1:14am
Bela: you guys can totally use my bed🥵 - 1:14am
Alicia: Thinking of you - 11:32pm
Alicia: Can we meet up - 11:33pm
Leighton re-read the last text again. She blinked multiple times, making sure her sleep deprived eyes weren't playing tricks on her.
"Goddammit," she muttered, finally accepting that her ex-girlfriend had texted her, and it wasn't some weird hallucination.
She rubbed her temples and decided it would be a problem for when she was more awake.
Leighton's comforter shifted, and she turned to look at the source of quiet snores coming from the other side of the small yet cozy bed.
The girl was bare, the sheets only covering the bottom half of her body.
Leighton was momentarily distracted by the display of freckles on the girl's back and reached her hand out. She sweeped the girl's blonde hair to the side and used her fingertips to connect the marks.
The girl stirred but didn't turn around, so Leighton's hands continued their journey on the girl's back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
She alternated between tracing and massaging and tried her best to clear her mind of the text from a certain brunette; instead, focusing on the sighs coming from the blonde when nible fingers found sore spots in the muscled shoulder blades.
Leighton continued to manipulate the flesh for a few more minutes before the girl finally spoke.
"I guess it's true what they say," Tatum rasped, her back still turned, a soft smile splayed on her face.
Leighton groaned at her morning voice and leaned down, wrapping an arm around Tatum's still naked body to place a kiss on the back of her neck, "What do they say?" she whispered in her ear.
Tatum shivered slightly. It was almost unnoticeable but given their close proximity, Leighton felt every breath the blonde took. Leighton hid her smile in the crook of her neck proud of the effect she had on the older, arguably cooler girl.
Tatum rotated in Leighton's arms, finally looking at the at the other blonde.
"That your hands are magical," she states in a matter-of-fact tone, causing Leighton to blush and duck her head back into the older woman's neck; it is very quickly becoming one of her favorite places to be and it is always extremely comfortable. Almost as if they were puzzle pieces.
Getting over her initial embarrassment, she looked up and into Tatum's eyes, "And you are hearing these things from whom," she asked, a small smirk tugging at her lips.
Tatum rolled her eyes, also smirking, "Just all of the women at Essex that you happened to sleep with. I do have friends, you know."
Leighton chuckled, thinking back to her (as her roommates called it) hoe phase. She knew she was more recognized among the queer community but didn't realize that there were literal rumors going around about her sexual strengths. Bela would be so jealous. It would have been something to be proud of if she wasn't so damn smitten with the girl in her bed.
" So. . . my reputation precedes me," she states, her arms tightening around Tatum's waist.
A smile made a way onto her face, showing off her dimples (Leighton had the strongest urge to poke them every time Tatum smiled but refrained). Tatum wrapped her own arms around Leighton's neck and pulled her close enough to where their lips were only millimeters apart.
"Mhm, it certainly does, babe."
Their bodies collided in an instant. There was a clash of lips, teeth, and tongue as they battled one another for dominance.
Tatum, the physically stronger of the two, strong-armed Leighton onto her back (a tough feat considered the width of the dorm room bed) and peppered kisses down the younger girls neck.
Leighton groaned as her legs were pushed apart, a toned thigh now at her center to provide friction.
Tatum grinded her hips into Leighton's and bit down on the junction where her neck met her shoulder.
"W-Wait!" Leighton managed to choke out.
Everything immediately ceased, and Leighton whined at the lost of contact.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Tatum asked, clearly concerned.
"No, no you're fine. More than fine, actually. If we kept going I don't think I would have stopped and don't you have that tennis team meeting thing today?"
Tatum visibly relaxed, "I do, but it isn't until 8:45 and it's only..." she leaned over to look at the alarm clock on Leighton's desk only to find it blinking 12:00.
Tatum looked down at the blonde, who shrugged, "Bel5e unplugged it to charge her vibrator and I just never set it back. Just use my phone."
Tatum blinked for a few seconds before wisly deciding it was not worth questioning and tapped Leighton's phone for the time.
6:38 am
"We've still got two hours, babe," she smiled lazily, placing her thigh back into its previous position and running her hands up under Leighton's tank top.
Leighton moaned and arched into her touch, the text long forgotten.