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Sleep wasn’t necessary anymore. For Madeline Ashton and Helen Sharp, it had become a way to take a break from everything now and then.
Madeline didn’t know what time it was when she slowly opened her eyes, only realizing that Helen was still in bed once she fully registered the weight over her waist.
Lifting her head from the pillow, Madeline saw it was 11:00 a.m. It was a rare thing for Helen to stay in bed this late; her wife always got up at the crack of dawn to work on her next novel.
Helen’s forehead was pressed right between Madeline’s shoulder blades, her arm draped over the blonde’s waist with her hand curled tightly in her silk pajama shirt.
Madeline was afraid to move, but she so desperately wanted to see her Helly face-to-face. Shifting slightly, trying to carefully roll over so she doesn’t wake Helen, the actress was stopped by an arm snaking its way under her own arm.
“Don’t go,” Helen mumbled, voice thick with sleep, moving her head to rest in the crook of Madeline's shoulder.
There, her face became buried in the soft crook of her Maddie’s neck.
“I’m not going anywhere, Helle Belle,” Madeline said softly, finding Helen’s hand and giving it a soft little squeeze. She tucked the warm hand under her chin, her thumb grazing softly against the small cluster of Helen’s engagement ring and wedding band.
They had gotten married shortly before Helen had to fake her death; the ten years had run out rather quickly, but it had been the happiest day for both of them.
Helen placed a soft, barely there kiss on Madeline’s shoulder, bringing her back to the present.
“You’re thinking too loud, go back to sleep,” Helen whispered into her ear.
Madeline nodded, holding on tighter to the soft hand of her wife. Helen let out a contented sigh, and Madeline let her eyes slip shut. With a small smile on her lips, sleep claimed her again.