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After a long and exhausting plane ride, Andy and Emily had finally made it to Paris, ready to be at Miranda’s beck and call for a week. They’d taken a cab to their hotel, since Miranda wouldn’t let them both ride in the car with her. The women are extremely sluggish as they haul their suitcases into the lobby, but Andy takes the liberty of checking them in.
“Hi, I have two rooms for Sachs?”
She groans, rubbing her eye and watching as the lady at the desk checks her computer.
“I’m sorry ma'am, there is only one room under our booking.”
The woman says, her thick French accent prominent.
“N-no.. that can’t be right. I booked two.”
Andy looks back at Emily, who is standing behind her and giving Andy her what the fuck is your problem face. Andy winces slightly and turns back to the receptionist, who is shaking her head and handing her only one room key card.
“There is nothing we can do about it, ma’am. Have a nice night.”
Andy takes the card and slowly nods, bracing herself for a scolding when she starts walking to their one room.
“Andrea, what is wrong with you? How do you manage to only book one goddamn room?”
Emily says, marching behind her.
“I-I don’t know! I thought I booked two, okay? I’ll sleep on the couch or something.”
Andy sighs, she didn’t plan on sleeping on an old, lumpy couch tonight, she just wanted to curl up on her own bed and sleep off the jet lag, but it’s just her luck.
Emily huffs, watching Andy swipe the card in the room door and mumbles out, more to herself than Andy, “you better..”
Both women walk into the hotel room, Emily pushing past Andy, her shoulder bumping the other woman’s. Andy rolls her eyes but begrudgingly follows, closing and locking the door behind her.
The hotel room is average, just a singular large room with a bathroom tucked in a corner. A small couch stood at the foot of the bed, it was definitely not big enough for a tall woman like Andy to sleep on.
Emily is rummaging through her suitcase while Andy thinks of something to say, but as soon as she takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, Emily interrupts.
“I’m going to take a shower.. I’ll be back in 20 minutes, alright?” Emily says while holding her silk pajama set and nearly strutting towards the bathroom.
Andy sighs and nods, kneeling to open her suitcase as the bathroom door shuts and the shower turns on.
She stands back up when Emily is gone and looks at the comfortable and plush queen sized bed, then back to the closed bathroom door. It wouldn’t hurt just to lay down on it while Emily was in the shower, right?
Andy pulls her heels off, letting them drop to the floor one at a time with a soft thud. She changes her clothes, putting on her old Northwestern hoodie and shorts before tossing her other outfit onto that small couch that Emily believes Andy will sleep on. Andy walks over to that big, comfortable bed and flops face first onto it, her feet dangling off the edge and her hands kneading into the comforter.
She tries to listen for the shower turning off, knowing that when it does she should get up so Emily doesn’t get angry at her again. She doesn’t want to argue right now, she’s exhausted and feels like she could sleep for years. It’s so tempting to just close her eyes, so she does and her only excuse is that her eyes needed rest.
Although Andy tries her very hardest to stay awake, wiggling her toes every few minutes to keep herself in that state, she does fail. A soft snore escaping her and drool dribbling out of her mouth as Emily comes back into the bedroom.
Andy feels herself get shaken roughly, and she groans; mumbling something incoherent as Emily calls her name. Emily starts shaking her more rough until Andy feebly smacks the hand away.
“nooo, Em.. I’m tired.. jus leave me aloonee”
Andy grumbles into the sheets, curling herself up higher on the bed.
“Andy, if you’re going to sleep in the bed then you need to move so I can get in as well.”
Andy rolls over to the left side of the bed, finally opening her eyes to look at the other woman, whose red hair is still damp from the shower. She puts her hands on her hips, glancing at the sheets then back at Andy until her point is made and Andy crawls beneath them.
“Now you better stay on your side or I will make you sleep on that couch.”
Andy nods, yawning as she buries her face into the pillow, still watching as Emily crawls into the other side of the bed.
“Thanks Em.. goodnight.”
“Goodnight Andy.”
Emily turns to shut the light off, throwing the comforter over her shoulder and facing away from Andy. They’re as far away from each other as they can be on the bed, both their breaths slowing as they fall asleep.
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Andy wakes in the middle of the night to a heavy weight on her chest and something soft tickling her nose. She opens her eyes to a sea of red hair in her face and the rest of Emily spread on top of her.
Andy smiles softly as Emily grips her waist tighter and adjusts herself. Andy hesitates for a moment before she starts stroking Emily’s hair, the soft strands catching in her fingers as she does so. Emily stirs again, but this time her eyes flutter open and she looks up sleepily at the other woman.
“I stayed on my side.. you on the other hand, did not. You’re over here and cuddling me, Emily.” Andy says, her tone light and teasing.
Emily groans, her face pressed against Andy’s neck in an attempt to hide her flush and mumbles, not making a move to detach herself from Andy’s body,
“Oh shut up, I’m cold, okay?”
Andy giggles softly, her hand resting on Emily’s lower back before she starts to rub it gently.
“Right.. but you’re still holding onto me.”
Emily nips at Andy’s neck in retaliation, not having a good enough response to that. She still snuggled closer, her leg draped over Andy’s waist so she’s practically on top of her.
“Ouch! Don’t bite me, you weirdo.”
Andy smacks her arm lightly, but buries her face back into Emily’s soft hair afterwards. They’re supposed to hate each other, but they’re here, in the same bed, and cuddling.
Emily yawns, apparently not caring that she’s sprawled on top of the person she hated just a few hours ago. Andy takes a deep breath before asking,
“Hey Em? Don’t you think it’s a little.. odd for us to be like this?”
Emily groans at the disruption, but reluctantly lifts her head to look at Andy’s face in the dark again.
“Andy.. I don’t care if it’s weird, you’re comfortable.”
Their eyes meet in the dark, the moonlight the only way they’re able to see when it’s 4am. The tension is palpable, though neither of them know why because they have loathed each other up until now. Emily’s eyes drift down to Andy’s lips for a split second, but Andy catches it.
“Emily.. we really sho-“
Emily cuts her off with a kiss, moving her lips softly against the other woman’s. Andy squeaks in surprise, but relaxes quickly and kisses her back. Andy’s hands find her way into Emily’s hair, pulling her flush against her own chest as they gently make out. Emily sucks on Andy’s lower lip, letting it go with a soft pop before trailing hot kisses down her jaw and stopping just above her collarbone.
The two relax against each other, Andy’s hands still in a tangle of red hair and holding her close.
“Hmph.. you’re more competent than I thought, although I still loathe you immensely.”
Emily says against Andy’s neck, smiling wide and attempting not to laugh at the way Andy is utterly shocked. She snuggles up against her again, and she hears Andy start to giggle as well as she says,
“I hate you too, Emily..”
They hold each other like that for a while, staying intertwined until both of their breaths even out and they’re both asleep again, this time more comfortably than the last.
THE FUCKING END.