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Michelle woke up to the sounds of groaning and rustling coming from the bathroom next to her and Willow’s bedroom. Her tired eyes flickered to the empty spot in bed next to her and frowned. Willow must have gone to the bathroom. She knows that she will be back soon—but still—hates when they are apart.
She could see the soft, orange glow of their worn out bathroom light seep in through the crack of the door. She was a pretty light sleeper—a stark contrast to Willow being an almost scarily heavy one—so she was easily woken up in situations like this.
She sat up and rubbed her right eye, head turning to the digital clock on their nightstand. 5:07 A.M. Michelle whined. There was already a faint light coming in through the windows.
“Baby?” she groggily called out, voice still heavy and raspy. She could hear the sound of the sink running for a few seconds before the lights were killed and Willow stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of pajamas that Michelle did not remember her going to sleep in. Her eyebrows furrowed, “You okay?”
Willow looked down bashfully, pouting slightly as she played with the hem of her shirt. “Yeah—I just… unexpectedly started my period.” She says, voice timid. “Sorry for waking you.”
Michelle gives a weary smile and holds her arms up, motioning for Willow to come closer. She obliges and pads over to the bed, climbing in and straddling Michelle with her thighs, resting her body weight on top of her lap as she lets Michelle hold her, arms wrapping around one another.
“S’okay baby, not your fault.” Michelle coos, placing a kiss atop Willow’s brown hair. She moves her hands down to her waist, rubbing soothing circles along her hips. She knows Willow usually gets cramps around that area, usually in her hips and thighs. “You in any pain? Need me to get anything, hm?”
Willow buries her head into Michelle’s neck, letting out a muffled whine. “Don't leave me Mich, just want you here right now. I’ll sleep my cramps off.” Michelle giggles.
“You sure? It’ll only take a minute for me to grab some ibuprofen and a heating pad.” She gives Willow’s head another gentle kiss.
“Just—cuddle me? Please?” Willow pulls her head back, flashing Michelle those hazel—doe eyes and pouty lips.
“Baby, we cuddle every night anyway.” she chuckles and Willow rolls her eyes. “Cmon, honey. Get off and lie down.” Willow climbs off and lies down next to her, looking up at Michelle as she patiently waits.
Before Michelle does anything, she takes a second to admire the utter beauty of her girlfriend. Her messy beadhead, the slight bags under her eyes earned from the many sleepless nights she's had from pulling all-nighters to finish paintings. The plush, soft lips that Michelle had kissed more times than she could count, and the adorable mole placed right above them Michelle also loves to kiss. She lets her eyes trail down to her fresh pajamas. My poor Willow, she thinks to herself. She’s always had heavier periods. It’s not fair and Michelle wishes she could take away all of the pain. She was dressed in one of Michelle’s loose, graphic t-shirts (which were too big on her and always made Michelle’s brain short-circuit) and a pair of black shorts with white drawstrings. She looked so perfect like this. Complete raw, and unmatched beauty. She was so fucking lucky.
“Michhh!” Willow whined, fingers coming down to play with the drawstrings on her shorts. “What’re you staring at? I thought you were gonna hold me!”
Michelle smiled, leaning down to give Willow a peck on the lips before tucking a piece of tangled hair behind her ear and lying down next to her. “Somebody’s needy.” Willow was always needy, it’s just how she was. It worked out well for Michelle because she was incredibly clingy. She wrapped her arms around Willow and brought her head to her chest, intertwining her legs around the smaller girl’s waist and holding her close. She rested her chin on top of her scalp, the hair tickling the fair skin. “You just looked so gorgeous, baby. I think I’ve got a crush on you.” she teases, and while she can't see Willow’s face right now, she knows that she's probably rolling her eyes.
“You’re such a dork,” she says, but there's no heat behind the words. Michelle can even hear a muffled giggle.
Michelle brings one hand to massage Willow’s scalp and another to rest her hand in the waistband of her shorts. “Tomorrow, I’m gonna run you a hot bath, cook your favorite breakfast, get you a heating pad and some medicine, and then we're gonna lounge on the couch all day, okay?” Willow makes a quiet sound of approval and Michelle smiles. “Night, baby.”
“Night…” Willow mumbles as the two fall asleep in each other's arms.