Angela has always been the type to rise early. There's something she likes about watching the sun rise, like the promise of a new day full of potential, and it never fails to put her in a good mood.
Lately, however, she's been missing the sunrises for a different sight entirely; one that puts her in an even better mood, which she'd never even thought was possible.
Fareeha rises after the sun, which always gives Angela at least a few minutes to relax in their bed, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together, the blankets warm from their shared body heat. Fareeha's entire body is solid with muscle, but still incredibly comfortable to lean into. It's the skill, Angela thinks to herself as she runs her fingers along one of Fareeha's arms, from shoulder down to wrist. Fareeha has a beautiful, powerful body but more than that, Angela knows exactly what it's capable of, both in the battlefield and in the bedroom. It gives her more of an appreciation for it.
Linking their fingers together, Angela smiles when she feels Fareeha's fingers squeeze around hers. "If you were awake, you could have said something."
"And interrupt this?" Fareeha asks, not yet opening her eyes even though her lips curve into a smile. "I'm enjoying it too much to make you stop."
"Who said I would stop?" Angela shifts onto her side, leaning in to kiss Fareeha briefly. "But now that you're awake, I can do this."
Fareeha kisses back, opening her eyes this time as they pull apart. Her eyes are beautiful, Angela thinks—she thinks it every time she looks at them, and doesn't think that she'll ever stop—a beautiful brown that she's lost herself in more times than she can count.
"Sounds quiet outside," Fareeha says, and Angela knows that she means that it doesn't seem like they're needed urgently. Nobody is going to miss them if they lie in bed for a little longer.
"It does," Angela agrees with a smile, wrapping her arm around Fareeha and tangling their legs together.
Their fingers are still linked and Fareeha brings their hands up to her mouth, brushing her lips across Angela's knuckles. "We could do anything. Even nap for another ten minutes."
Angela laughs, muffling the sound into the curve of Fareeha's neck. "Not what I was expecting, but you're right."
"What were you expecting?" Fareeha teases, raising an eyebrow.
Smiling in reply, Angela leans in and decides to spend the rest of their morning showing Fareeha instead.
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Angela has always been the type to rise early. There's something she likes about watching the sun rise, like the promise of a new day full of potential, and it never fails to put her in a good mood.
Lately, however, she's been missing the sunrises for a different sight entirely; one that puts her in an even better mood, which she'd never even thought was possible.
Fareeha rises after the sun, which always gives Angela at least a few minutes to relax in their bed, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together, the blankets warm from their shared body heat. Fareeha's entire body is solid with muscle, but still incredibly comfortable to lean into. It's the skill, Angela thinks to herself as she runs her fingers along one of Fareeha's arms, from shoulder down to wrist. Fareeha has a beautiful, powerful body but more than that, Angela knows exactly what it's capable of, both in the battlefield and in the bedroom. It gives her more of an appreciation for it.
Linking their fingers together, Angela smiles when she feels Fareeha's fingers squeeze around hers. "If you were awake, you could have said something."
"And interrupt this?" Fareeha asks, not yet opening her eyes even though her lips curve into a smile. "I'm enjoying it too much to make you stop."
"Who said I would stop?" Angela shifts onto her side, leaning in to kiss Fareeha briefly. "But now that you're awake, I can do this."
Fareeha kisses back, opening her eyes this time as they pull apart. Her eyes are beautiful, Angela thinks—she thinks it every time she looks at them, and doesn't think that she'll ever stop—a beautiful brown that she's lost herself in more times than she can count.
"Sounds quiet outside," Fareeha says, and Angela knows that she means that it doesn't seem like they're needed urgently. Nobody is going to miss them if they lie in bed for a little longer.
"It does," Angela agrees with a smile, wrapping her arm around Fareeha and tangling their legs together.
Their fingers are still linked and Fareeha brings their hands up to her mouth, brushing her lips across Angela's knuckles. "We could do anything. Even nap for another ten minutes."
Angela laughs, muffling the sound into the curve of Fareeha's neck. "Not what I was expecting, but you're right."
"What were you expecting?" Fareeha teases, raising an eyebrow.
Smiling in reply, Angela leans in and decides to spend the rest of their morning showing Fareeha instead.