14. Morning

The sun streamed through the window, its light threatening to pull Freen out of the dreamlike state she was in. She didn't open her eyes immediately, shifting to cover her face with her arm—only to feel another body beside her. Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself resting on Becky's chest, her drool soaking into her shirt. Looking up, she saw Becky smiling softly at her.

"Hey," Becky greeted, her voice tender.

"Hi," Freen blinked, trying to shake the sleep from her mind. "Were you watching me sleep?"

"It's surprisingly entertaining. I might do it more often," Becky chuckled, brushing a stray hair from Freen's forehead.

Freen raised an eyebrow. "If watching me drool is your idea of fun, go for it." She stretched before standing, her movements languid as Becky's gaze followed her. "Just a moment. Human needs."

"Take your time," Becky replied, watching her closely.

The reflection in the bathroom mirror looked like Freen, but something about the version staring back at her seemed too happy for her liking.

After finishing up, Freen returned to find Becky now dressed in a new set of clothes. "You changed?" she asked.

"Yes, just a quick trip back and forth," Becky grinned, spinning in the chair with playful energy.

Freen nodded. "Is she up?" she asked about her mum.

Becky shook her head. Freen smirked and, with a swift motion, closed the door before walking over to Becky. Sensing what was coming, Becky uncrossed her legs. Freen placed her hands on Becky's shoulders, looking into her eyes. "May I?"

"You may," Becky smiled up at her as Freen straddled her lap.

Freen smiled down at her, "Last night was fun."

"Was it now?" Becky teased, her hands settling on Freen's waist. "Couldn't tell from how loud you were being."

A flush ran up Freen's neck, and she quickly hid her face in the crook of Becky's neck. Becky's arms wrapped around Freen's waist to keep her close. Freen relaxed against her chest, tempted to fall back asleep if it weren't for the fear of drooling on Becky.

Becky spoke softly in Freen's ear, "I enjoyed it too."

Freen pulled back, meeting her gaze. Becky's angular features softened as she looked at Freen. Slowly, Freen's hand slid up Becky's face, cupping her cold cheek. Becky took Freen's hand and kissed her palm softly. Words were on the tip of Freen's tongue, but Becky spoke first.

"You said it didn't hurt," Becky's voice carried a weight that felt like an accusation.

Freen furrowed her brow. "What didn't hurt?"

Becky took Freen's hand gently, like it might break if she gripped it too hard. Freen followed her gaze to her wrist, where faint red bruises had already begun to form from the night before. The memory of struggling against Becky's grip flashed in her mind.

"It doesn't hurt," Freen said softly.

"Looks like it does," Becky frowned, her eyes searching Freen's face for the truth.

Freen rubbed at the bruises, which felt a little more sensitive than usual, but she smiled. "Kinda hot."

"Sure, losing control and almost seriously hurting you is hot now," Becky scoffed.

Freen suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. She understood why Becky was upset, but she thought she was making too much of it. Bruises happened, and she wouldn't call these bruises—more like a steamy souvenir. But she knew Becky wasn't in the mood to hear that.

"Becky," Freen began, but Becky was looking away, lost in thought. Freen gently forced her to meet her eyes. "I'm fine. Last night was one of the best in my short mortal life, and this doesn't change that."

Becky sighed, "I suppose."

Freen ran a thumb along her cheek, trying to comfort her. She turned away, unsure what else to say. Freen hid her face in Becky's shoulder, hoping the warmth of her body would melt her stiff shoulders.

They stayed like that, the air thick with tension, quietly suffocating Freen.

"I'm sorry," Becky mumbled after a long silence.

Freen didn't know what for, but she didn't care. "It's ok."

Becky wrapped her arms around Freen again, and Freen relaxed into her embrace, breathing deeply. She held Becky tighter, craving the comfort and warmth. She never wanted to lose this feeling, but deep down, she knew it couldn't be this perfect forever.

"Humans normally eat in the morning, right?" Becky joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Most," Freen replied, pulling back to look at her. Becky had a faint smile, but her eyes were dimmer than last night, though still green. "Do you?" Freen asked.

"Not normally," Becky admitted.

"Oh, I was hoping you had room for a snack," Freen grinned, and realization hit Becky's face.

"Not funny," Becky scowled, but some of the tension melted from her shoulders.

"Don't act like I'm not a snack," Freen smirked, and Becky smiled bashfully in return.

Becky lifted them both with ease, keeping Freen around her waist. "Where are we going?" Freen asked, tightening her legs around Becky's waist.

Becky placed her hands just below Freen's legs, careful where her fingers lingered. Freen thought they were heading to the bed, but instead, they went to the door. "Breakfast."

Becky carried Freen to the stairs. Feeling dizzy, Freen wrapped her arms around her neck like a koala. "Don't drop me," Freen warned.

"Not gonna happen," Becky reassured, walking slower than necessary.

She placed Freen on the counter and peered into the fridge. "What do humans eat for breakfast?"

"Cereal, eggs, bacon?" Freen rattled off. "You seriously don't remember?"

Becky nodded.

Freen smiled. "So, what's the plan for today?"

"Would you like to meet my family?"

Freen nearly choked on nothing.

"Are you ok?" Becky rushed to the sink, fetching Freen water.

"Fine," Freen coughed, clearing her throat as Becky returned with water. "Your family?"

"Does that scare you?"

"Yeah," Freen admitted.

"Finally, a rational response out of you," Becky chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."

"I'm not afraid of being eaten," Freen clarified.

"Damn it."

"It's just... your family," Freen tried to explain. "And like half of them don't like me."

"You're afraid a house full of vampires won't like you... and not that they'll kill you?" Becky looked at Freen deadpan.

"Yeah, basically."

Becky put her head in her hands, rubbing her face. She stood up and wandered to Freen's living room, seemingly admiring the little knick-knacks and family photos. Freen watched as Becky stared at a photo of her from when she was six. She turned to look at Freen and smiled.

"I never thought I'd be introducing my girlfriend to my family."

"Girlfriend," Freen repeated, needing to hear it out loud. She had been thinking about it for so long that hearing it felt surreal.

Becky seemed to worry for a second, "Yeah- I mean- I just-"

"I can't wait to meet my girlfriend's family," Freen said, smiling to ease her worry. Becky relaxed, smiling back.

"In a hundred and twenty years, you never thought you'd be doing this?"

"For most of them, I wasn't allowed to have a girlfriend," Becky reminded Freen.

"Took a hundred and twenty years, but you finally made it," Freen joked, though she was terrified of what awaited her once she met Becky's familly.

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