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Beatrice let a soft smile creep across her face and curl up the corners of her lips as she took in the sight of Ava spread out across their small—and kind of lumpy—couch. The younger woman had her head thrown back to rest against the top lip of the couch back and her arms stretched out to curl around two small pillows propped up on either side of the couch. The early afternoon sun drenched Ava’s countenance with a soft warm glow—her shadow wore a halo of gold similar to the halo cradled within the sinew and bone of her body.
“Comfy there Darling?” Beatrice asked, her voice a quiet hum that broke through the silence of the small apartment, and stepped forward to run her fingertips through the messy honey blonde hair at the crown of Ava’s head.
“Mhm,” Ava purred under the weight of Beatrice’s ministrations, “I’m incredibly comfy right now, yes.”
Beatrice chuckled softly as she scratched her fingernails against Ava’s scalp. “Has anyone ever told you that you act a lot like a cat?”
“Hmm, I can’t say that they have, no.” Ava replied with a shrug of her shoulders before she opened her eyes to look up at Beatrice.
“What?” Beatrice asked with a quirk of her eyebrow—she recognised the quiver of Ava’s lip and the bright spark of mischief in the dirty blonde haired woman’s eyes.
“I guess it’s a good thing I act like a cat,” Ava grinned brightly, “given that you’ve got a preference for pussies.”
Beatrice blinked. Once, twice, and then a third time before a snort of laughter escaped her nose and a fond smile overtook her face. “I guess it is yes.”
“Come on, that was a good one.” Ava whined playfully.
“Perhaps,” Beatrice acquiesced with a lift of her shoulder. “Hans texted me, there’s a problem with the latest shipment and he needs to head over to help sort it out with delivery company.”
The bright smile on Ava’s face dulled and a small pout replaced it. “Really?”
“Really,” Beatrice murmured, “I’m sorry Darling—you know I don’t want to go anywhere.”
“I know.” Ava sighed. “I just… I was looking forward to spending the entire day with you.”
“I won’t be there that long Ava,” Beatrice said and lent down to press a soft kiss to Ava’s forehead, “an hour or two tops, and then I’ll be coming right back home to you.”
“Promise?” Ava asked as she reached up to curl her fingers around the back of Beatrice’s neck to keep the taller woman stooped over.
“I promise.” Beatrice chuckled, “I’ll even bring dinner home—Chinese sound good?”
“Chinese sounds great.” Ava agreed and arched her body upward as she pulled Beatrice another half an inch down to press their mouths together in an awkward but no less affectionate for it kiss. “I’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll see you later,” Beatrice promised, “try not to miss me too much.”
“Impossible.” Ava grinned brightly as she let her eyes follow Beatrice across the apartment to the door. “I miss you already.”