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The alarm went off, causing Mila to groan and smash it with her fist, breaking it. Like always.
"Why do you always do that?" a voice murmured.
Mila turned and faced her girlfriend, Ratih. Mila sat up and leaned over her, putting her arm beside her, and her mouth to the other girl's ear.
"If you want me to stop, you can wake me up instead." Mila breathed into her ear, making the other girl flush before regaining her composure. Ratih then leaned up towards Mila, their faces centimeters apart.
"And how would you like me to wake you up?" Ratih whispered seductively. They stared at each other for a bit, before grinning. Mila fell down on top of Ratih, and wrapped her arms around her neck.
"Anyway you like, and I'll love it," she said, while nuzzling her head into the other girl's chest. Ratih wrapped an arm around Mila's shoulders, and smiled.
"If you say so." Then Ratih got up, causing Mila to whine. "I'll be right back," she said softly, before getting out of bed into the cold air. She shuddered slightly and left their bedroom.
Mila groaned and turned over, trying to fall back asleep. Just as she was slipping into unconsciousness, she heard the door open. She ignored it and waited for the warmth beside her to return. Instead, she jolted awake, cursing as she felt pieces of cold ice slide into her clothes.
"What the hell! F-fuck!"
Mila sat up, lifting her shirt attempting to remove the ice from her clothes. She heard chuckling behind her and she turned, glaring at the culprit of her abrupt awakening. She was holding a bucket filled with ice, and she noticed there was still more in the bucket. Ratih edged closer to her, and Mila tried to slide back, but hit the headboard.
"Ratih! Wha-" she jumped as more ice slid down her back. "What the heck are y-you doing!"
Ratih was laughing now, tears coming out of her eyes. "You said I could wake you however I wanted and you would love it," she gasped in between breaths. Mila glared at her, shivering from the cold. When Ratih recovered, she noticed Mila shivering, and put the blanket over her. But as she leaned over, Mila grabbed the bucket and dumped the ice in Ratih's shirt, causing the girl to shriek and jump.
"S-shit!" Ratih cursed, shivering at the sudden coldness that invaded her back. She turned and glared at the brunette, who in turn had a smug look on her face.
This means war.
The rest of their morning was very brutal.