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It was usually quiet. When the street lights came on was when the city was most lively; cars would honk until it gave Hannah a headache and drunk pedestrians would yell their conversations until the echo of their voices began to fade into the next couple blocks.
Hannah was waiting so incredibly patiently, she bounced her leg in anticipation with her finger in between her teeth. She burned lasers into the door with the glare of her brown eyes. She found herself glancing at the clock. She was late.
Of course Hannah knew her lover's sense of time was less than extraordinary, she’d come accustomed to Becka being embarrassingly late to important events and even came to love that part of her. Though, she was beginning to feel that nothing would ever ease worry: the sinking of her heart and the shaking of her entire body, the sweat balling up in her palms while her mind raced through every possibility, every reason Becka could be late.
Hannah’s ears perked up when she heard the clicking of the door opening, a sound that pacified that fear followed by the voice that concluded it entirely. “I’m home.” Becka was looking down at her keys before meeting Hannah’s eyes, eyes that were glossy and wet.
“Hannah? What’s wrong?” She put Hannah's hand into her own without delay.
“I’m okay..” Hannah smiled though, the single salty tear dragging from her cheek to her chin told a different story. “Are you hungry? I made dinner.” Becka's thumb wiped her cheek.
“I could eat.” Becka smiled before pushing herself upwards and gently pressing her lips against Hannah’s. She pulled away not long after. She made note of the pinkish pigment on the tips of Hannah’s ears. “I'm not sure I’m hungry for food though.” Her eyes flickered down before quickly returning back up.
Hannah opened her mouth, a single sound escaped her throat before her lips pressed back together and formed a thin line.
Becka chuckled, turning away. “You’re so cute.” She spoke as she pulled her heels off and threw them to the side.
Hannah cleared her throat before beginning to speak “How was school?” Hannah questioned as she slid behind the kitchen counter.
Becka followed suit and sat on one of the black leather stools on the other side of the marble counter. “Tiring.”
Not long after finding sanctuary in Toronto Becka went straight to school. She has an incredibly focused nature when it comes to her studies. She’s due to graduate from college in a few months and wants nothing more than to become a social worker. She told Hannah it would give her a purpose that actually meant something.
Hannah works part time at a coffee shop, tucked in a corner of young street. She likes her job, she likes the simplicity of making coffee and chatting up customers. Aside from that she works with Mayday as a teacher for young women who continue Daisy's legacy; as a double agent.
Hannah fills a bowl with soup before sliding that same bowl into the microwave. She presses an assortment of buttons that cause a loud high frequency beeping sound before the hum.
Hannah approaches Becka. she leans with her elbows on the counter. “Would you like to watch a movie?” She said softly, “we can do your favorite.” Hannah smiled and Becka did the same.
“Perhaps we should… later.” Becka pushed herself upwards leaning closer. Hannah stepped away before she could lean any closer.
The microwave beeped three times and Hannah pushed it open. With hot, steaming soup in her hands Hannah carefully stepped over to her girlfriend, careful not to spill a single drop. “You must control yourself.” Hannah placed the bowl down carefully and slid around to the other side of the counter to sit next to Becka.
Becka watched her walk. “But why?” She whined. “I haven’t kissed you all day. I’m beginning to withdraw.” Becka pouted.
“eat, and I may consider it.” Hannah rested her cheek in her palm. The taller girl watched Becka scarf down spoonfuls in seconds, followed by a quiet burp. “Excuse you.” Hannah teased.
Becka turned to face Hannah, her body unable to stop gyrating with excitement. “So about that kiss.” Becka’s cheeks raised with her cheeky smile.
Hannah smiled, her eyes filled with enamourment. She leaned closer, slowly and patiently though Becka was growing impatient. The shorter girl closed the gap with little restraint.
Becka’s lips claimed hers and moved with so much desire. Her hands held Hannah by her cheeks, pecking her lips over, and over, and over. Becka slid out of her chair to pull herself even closer. Hannah held her torso and pushed the kiss deeper. Becka pushed her tongue against Hannah’s closed lips, asking to come inside. Hannah granted entry, her lips parting ever so slightly. Becka’s hand snaked its way to the back of Hannah’s neck, she pulled her even closer before her other hand found Hannah’s shoulder.
Hannah stood next. She led Becka backwards, carefully. Becka was stopped by the arm of the sofa and pushed onto her back by Hannah.
She watched Hannah follow suit and climb on top of her, her lips pressed gently into Becka’s bare neck and her hand began to explore the skin under her t-shirt.
Becka’s eyes scanned the girl pressing against her. “You’re eager today.” She acknowledged, hand coursing through Hannah’s curls.
Hannah spoke between kisses. “Perhaps I’ve missed you more than I’m letting on.” She waited for a snarky remark or a coo that surpassed the sound barrier.
Instead, Hannah was met with a low soft snore, one that matched Becka’s rising and lowering chest. She pulled away, watching Becka sleep with a smile on her face.
She fished the pocket of her jeans for her phone and snapped a few angles of Becka’s sleeping face. “It’s unfair…” she looked over the pictures then down at the sleeping girl. “You still look so beautiful while asleep.” Hannah pressed her lips into Becka’s forehead before resting her head on Becka's chest. Closing her eyes and subconsciously matching Becka's breaths. “Goodnight.” she spoke into the static of her warm, silent apartment.