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Alphabet Drabble Meme: O - R, Fried Green Tomatoes, NCIS, Guiding Light
Title: Alphabet Drabble Meme: O is for October, P is for Passover, Q is for Quilt, R is for Radiant
Fandom: Fried Green Tomatoes, NCIS, Guiding Light
Characters: Idgie Threadgood/Ruth Jamison, Abby Sciuto/Ziva David, Olivia Spencer/Natalia Rivera
Category: A little bit of everything really
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 959, 1028, 174, 207
Summary: A set of multi-fandom drabbles. I'll be posting a couple a day based on length. These very from a few thousand words to a true 100 word drabble.
Disclaimer: All characters and situations to belong to a bunch of different people and companies who are not me. Also I'm making no money off this.
Author's Note: At the end of the year I was about to give up on getting these drabbles written. I've had the prompts since MARCH. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rysler for her encouragement and gentle prodding, because without that these never would have gotten done and I'm very happy they did.
Prompts: O is for October, Idgie/Ruth, Fried Green Tomatoes,ariestess; P is for Passover, Abby/Ziva, NCIS, seftiri; Q is for Quilt, Olivia/Natalia, Guiding light, itsalovestory1; R is for Radiant, Olivia/Natalia, Guiding Light, queen_bellatrix.
O is for October, Idgie/Ruth, Fried Green Tomatoes, ariestess
October in Alabama really is just about perfect. It's not too cold, but there's a light crispness in the air that makes Idgie feel like she's on top of the world after the sweltering humidity of summer days.
This particular Sunday afternoon she can almost feel the blood surging through her veins. She's spent the day - and the night before - down at the river, sometimes fishing, sometimes not, while Ruth is at Church. It's not odd for Idgie to find other ways to occupy her time while Ruth is in the presence of Reverend Scroggins. The man is scourge of the worst kind and Idgie makes it her business to return the favor in kind.
The fish she caught are already gone. It was a mighty fine mess of them - if she did say so herself - and she did. She'd thought, of course, about bringing them home to Ruth, but just as quickly she had discarded the thought. Tonight Idgie wants Ruth to herself - not forced to share her with anything as dumb as a mess of fish, the likes of which she can conjure up any other given day. So she gives the fish away on her way home, stopping first at one friends house and then another. It brings her home a little later than she'd intended, but there was one other stop she'd had to make on her way home.
"Ruth?" Idgie hollers, as she nudges the door open with the toe of her boot. "Buddy?"
There's no answering call - it means Buddy Jr.'s not home at least, but Idgie hears stirring in the back and smiles. Ruth is here.
She appears a moment later, in a simple dress, looking a little rumpled. There are dark shadows under her eyes and her hair's falling out of the loose bun at the nape of her neck. Idgie smiles, a bright grin that practically swallows her face, because Ruth is still the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.
"What are you raising a commotion about now, Idgie?"
"I was looking for you - haven't seen you all weekend."
Ruth just arches an eyebrow and starts to brush past her. Idgie pivots an her heel, none to subtly keeping something hidden from Ruth behind her back. Ruth just looks amused.
"Well who's fault would that be, Idgie?" But it's said not unkindly, bemusedly.
"I brought you something," Idgie says, ignoring that, perhaps wisely. "Where's Buddy Jr.?" she asks, in apparent non-sequitur. Just remembering that his absence. She can be accused of many things - and the ones doing the accusing would be right - but not loving that boy like he was her own and doing right by him wouldn't be one of those things.
"He's with your Mama and Daddy. We went over there for lunch and he wanted to stay."
"Good." Idgie nods content with that answer. Now that she knows she can put that aside, secure in the knowledge that she doesn't have to worry about him for the night. She sidles closer to Ruth, leaning her hip against the counter.
Ruth glances at her out of the corner of her eye. They both know that Ruth has the patience of a saint. She could easily out wait Idgie if she wants, but tonight that's not what Ruth wants. She wants to fall under Idgie's spell, to be won over by her gentle teasing and nearly irresistible charm. She leans closer to Idgie, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The sparkle in Idgie's eyes are almost brighter than usual.
"Are you drunk, Idgie Threadgood?" Ruth asks bluntly, speculatively. She hates kissing Idgie when she's drunk. It reminds her of things best left forgotten, even if Idgie is nothing like...well, anyone else Ruth has ever met.
"Drunk on nothing but life." Idgie smiles brighter, a quirk of her lips. "You." She raises a hand slowly, like she's approaching a skittish stray dog, to push a lock of Ruth's falling hair back behind her ear. She brings the bouquet of flowers out from behind her back with a flourish.
It's just a handful of Gerber Daisies really, but Ruth smiles. Because Idgie knows she loves them for their bright, simple colors and because Idgie brought them home for her.
"Thank you," Ruth says, taking them from Idgie, brushing a thumb across the edge of one soft petal. "I should put these in some water."
Idgie lets her hand fall away as Ruth steps back, crossing the kitchen to retrieve a vase, half-filling it with water before she sets the flowers down in it and fluffs them out into it. Idgie just watches her and waits. It's the secret to Ruth. If Idgie is patient, if she gives Ruth time and space, Ruth will always come back to her. If it were anyone else, Idgie wouldn't bother, but for Ruth, she'll watch and wait as long as it's necessary.
"You're so sweet to me," Ruth says softly, still plucking at the flowers, her head down.
The hint of a smile tugs at Idgie's lips. "No one else will put up with me."
Ruth snorts and Idgie can breathe again.
Finally Ruth seems satisfied and pushes the vase toward the center of the counter. She looks up at Idgie with eyes so full of emotion that it makes Idgie stand up a little straighter. Ruth crosses the kitchen until she's standing in front of Idgie. She brushes Idgie's cheek with a feather-lite touch, then leans in to kiss her lightly, full on the lips. Without a word, she takes Idgie's hand and leads her towards the stairs in back.
It's better done now, before either of them can mess this up.
P is for Passover, Abby/Ziva, NCIS, seftiri
Abby was alone when Ziva went down to her lab at the end of the day. She smiled tentatively at the lab tech as she danced from one work station to the pounding beat of the base. Ziva waited until Abby completed her task and turns the music down before she approaches.
"Hey, Z. Did you guys catch a case?"
Ziva shook her head. "There is something I could use your help with this evening, however."
"Oh?"
"If you are interested. If you do not have any other plans."
Abby nodded quickly. "Oh, I'm interested. You have me intrigued, David. Tell me more."
"All it will require is that you come to my house this evening."
Abby arched an eyebrow and shot her mock-scandalized look. Ziva laughed.
"It is not like that. Tomorrow night is Passover. I wish to celebrate it and I do not wish to celebrate alone. It is meant to be celebrated with the whole family."
"Oh." Abby seemed to deflate a little, not with disappointment, but understanding. "You could invite the whole team, you know. They would come."
Ziva had no doubt that if they didn't feel like it, Abby would ensure they showed up anyway. She smiled. "Yes, I could. However, I do not wish to. Only you. If you wish."
Abby smiled, charmed, pleased by the request. "Of course."
*** *** ***
Ziva opened the door. She stepped out into the door before she let Abby in and kissed her cheek as if it were something they always did. Then she stepped back to let Abby in.
"Welcome."
"Thank you." Abby slipped off her coat and Ziva took it from her, hanging it on the coat tree by the door.
"So I was reading up on this before I came..."
"Of course." Ziva would have expected no less of Abby.
"This is a big deal."
"It is," Ziva agreed.
"So where do we start?"
Ziva laughed softly at her eagerness. "Thank you for doing this, Abigail." It wasn't just a formality; she meant it to the depths of her heart. Being here with Abby - it was a good feeling.
Abby seemed to understand; she just nodded.
Ziva took it as a hint to get things back on track. "Very well. I cleaned my apartment from head to foot this morning before work. And I gave a very good bottle of Scotch to Tony this morning. He did not understand," she confided, just to see Abby's amused grin.
"I can imagine."
"Indeed." Ziva turned and crossed to the coffee table, picking up an assortment of items and holding them out to Abby. "You will need these."
Abby's eyebrows shot up. "A candle, a feather and a wooden spoon, Z? I though you said this wasn't that kind of night."
Ziva laughed. "It is not. That is for the traditional search for the chametz, in case any has been missed in the cleaning of the house. Or apartment in this case."
"Ah." Abby said, examining what she'd been given.
"The feather and the spoon will be used to collect them and then the spoon will be burned with them tomorrow."
"Them?"
"A blessing is read on the removal of the chametz. There is concern among some that if none is found - and I did a very thorough job - that the blessing will be for naught. So ten morsels of bread are hidden through house."
"Oh. So I find them?"
Ziva nodded.
"Cool."
*** *** ***
"Okay, that's nine," Abby said, feeling a little funny, holding up the spoon with the tiny morsels in one hand and the feathers in the other.
"Only one more," Ziva agreed.
"And only one room I haven't been in yet," Abby pointed out reasonably.
"Mine."
"Yours."
"Would you like see?" Ziva asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.
"Why I think I would," Abby said, putting on her best Southern charm.
The room was simple, but exuded a rich, cozy feeling, like the rest of the apartment. Abby had wondered if Ziva's room would contain some big revelation, but with Ziva, what you saw was often exactly what you got. It was also something Abby happened to like about her very much.
"Okay, so if I was a morsel of bread, where would I be?" Abby said aloud, glancing around the room. "In the closet?" she suggested with a teasing glance over her shoulder at Ziva.
Ziva smiled, but remained at the door, making no move to stop Abby's search. "Search where you wish; I have nothing to hide from you."
The words were casually said, but Abby didn't miss their meaning. It was far from casual. A shiver went down her spine.
"Maybe I'll check over here first," Abby said, gesturing toward the corner of the room nearest the bed. "Bring the candle?"
Obligingly Ziva came closer, the flickering flame throwing dancing shadows across the walls as she came. She squatted down to bring the light closer and smiled when Abby saw it.
"Gotcha!" Abby said, triumphantly, using the feather to scoop the last small morsel of bread into the spoon.
Ziva couldn't help but laugh at that. "Thank you, Abby. You made this night as much fun as I remember it being as a child." Her smile turned a bit more wistful. "When I was very little, before Tali- My father would hide these for us and allow us to search for them. It felt like a very big responsibility to be trusted so."
Abby grinned. "Thank you for letting me be apart of it."
Ziva kissed her lightly then, her lips brushing over Abby's only to cling and taste for a moment, before she dropped her head and broke the kiss. Abby smiled giddily back at her.
"You will come back tomorrow night, yes?" Ziva asked, sounding a little breathless.
"Oh yeah," Abby agreed softly. "Try to keep me away."
"Good," Ziva said decisively. "I will teach you the fifteen parts of the seder."
"And we can do this again?" Abby asked, her voice rising hopefully.
"I would be very disappointed if we did not," Ziva confided.
Abby was still grinning from ear to ear when she left.
Q is for Quilt, Olivia/Natalia, Guiding Light, itsalovestory1
There's snow coming down outside and a fire crackling in the fireplace, but it feels almost perfect to Natalia. Olivia is snuggled up next to her on the couch, sharing the heavy quilt. It's just barely big enough to cover them both, but Natalia doesn't mind. It's an even better excuse to stay close - not that they need one lately.
Olivia has been fairly doting on her since the moment she moved in - intent on pampering her and spoiling the baby as much as possible - even before she's born. It took some adjustment for Natalia, accepting all that attention. But she likes being the source of Olivia's focus. Some days it feels daunting. Other's just right. But never like anything she's ever had before.
There's no particular goal for today, no push, no hurry, just them being together, and Natalia loves it. She loves being able to sit here in the warm sphere of Olivia's arms and turn and kiss her whenever she wants - safe and warm under their quilt.
R is for Radiant, Olivia/Natalia, Guiding Light, queen_bellatrix
Natalia is wearing a light cotton sundress in shades of blue and gold with thin spaghetti straps baring her shoulders that only serve to make Olivia want to push her fingers beneath them, slipping them off Natalia's shoulders. Olivia reaches forward to take Natalia's hand; her feet are freezing.
The thought is jarring. It's the middle of summer and the sun is pouring down on them. Natalia is radiant and smiling, looking over at Olivia like some mysterious siren. Olivia doesn't even try to resist.
She blinks and then groans. Her feet are still cold and the light in the room is so dim that she can barely see. Olivia makes out the familiar shape of her sleeping lover and then lets her head sag back onto the pillow. Just a dream.
"Your toes are freezing," Natalia slurs a little grumpily. She doesn't even open her eyes.
Olivia turns and nuzzles into her neck, breathing in Natalia's scent and pressing a sleepy kiss against her throat. She doesn't move her feet, just wiggles them closer between Natalia's calves.
Natalia snorts and turns her head to face Olivia. "You're lucky I love you."
Olivia smiles. "I am."
In the dim light, grumpy and tousled, Natalia is still radiant.
Fandom: Fried Green Tomatoes, NCIS, Guiding Light
Characters: Idgie Threadgood/Ruth Jamison, Abby Sciuto/Ziva David, Olivia Spencer/Natalia Rivera
Category: A little bit of everything really
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 959, 1028, 174, 207
Summary: A set of multi-fandom drabbles. I'll be posting a couple a day based on length. These very from a few thousand words to a true 100 word drabble.
Disclaimer: All characters and situations to belong to a bunch of different people and companies who are not me. Also I'm making no money off this.
Author's Note: At the end of the year I was about to give up on getting these drabbles written. I've had the prompts since MARCH. Many thanks to
rysler for her encouragement and gentle prodding, because without that these never would have gotten done and I'm very happy they did. Prompts: O is for October, Idgie/Ruth, Fried Green Tomatoes,
ariestess; P is for Passover, Abby/Ziva, NCIS, seftiri; Q is for Quilt, Olivia/Natalia, Guiding light, itsalovestory1; R is for Radiant, Olivia/Natalia, Guiding Light, queen_bellatrix.O is for October, Idgie/Ruth, Fried Green Tomatoes, ariestess
October in Alabama really is just about perfect. It's not too cold, but there's a light crispness in the air that makes Idgie feel like she's on top of the world after the sweltering humidity of summer days.
This particular Sunday afternoon she can almost feel the blood surging through her veins. She's spent the day - and the night before - down at the river, sometimes fishing, sometimes not, while Ruth is at Church. It's not odd for Idgie to find other ways to occupy her time while Ruth is in the presence of Reverend Scroggins. The man is scourge of the worst kind and Idgie makes it her business to return the favor in kind.
The fish she caught are already gone. It was a mighty fine mess of them - if she did say so herself - and she did. She'd thought, of course, about bringing them home to Ruth, but just as quickly she had discarded the thought. Tonight Idgie wants Ruth to herself - not forced to share her with anything as dumb as a mess of fish, the likes of which she can conjure up any other given day. So she gives the fish away on her way home, stopping first at one friends house and then another. It brings her home a little later than she'd intended, but there was one other stop she'd had to make on her way home.
"Ruth?" Idgie hollers, as she nudges the door open with the toe of her boot. "Buddy?"
There's no answering call - it means Buddy Jr.'s not home at least, but Idgie hears stirring in the back and smiles. Ruth is here.
She appears a moment later, in a simple dress, looking a little rumpled. There are dark shadows under her eyes and her hair's falling out of the loose bun at the nape of her neck. Idgie smiles, a bright grin that practically swallows her face, because Ruth is still the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.
"What are you raising a commotion about now, Idgie?"
"I was looking for you - haven't seen you all weekend."
Ruth just arches an eyebrow and starts to brush past her. Idgie pivots an her heel, none to subtly keeping something hidden from Ruth behind her back. Ruth just looks amused.
"Well who's fault would that be, Idgie?" But it's said not unkindly, bemusedly.
"I brought you something," Idgie says, ignoring that, perhaps wisely. "Where's Buddy Jr.?" she asks, in apparent non-sequitur. Just remembering that his absence. She can be accused of many things - and the ones doing the accusing would be right - but not loving that boy like he was her own and doing right by him wouldn't be one of those things.
"He's with your Mama and Daddy. We went over there for lunch and he wanted to stay."
"Good." Idgie nods content with that answer. Now that she knows she can put that aside, secure in the knowledge that she doesn't have to worry about him for the night. She sidles closer to Ruth, leaning her hip against the counter.
Ruth glances at her out of the corner of her eye. They both know that Ruth has the patience of a saint. She could easily out wait Idgie if she wants, but tonight that's not what Ruth wants. She wants to fall under Idgie's spell, to be won over by her gentle teasing and nearly irresistible charm. She leans closer to Idgie, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The sparkle in Idgie's eyes are almost brighter than usual.
"Are you drunk, Idgie Threadgood?" Ruth asks bluntly, speculatively. She hates kissing Idgie when she's drunk. It reminds her of things best left forgotten, even if Idgie is nothing like...well, anyone else Ruth has ever met.
"Drunk on nothing but life." Idgie smiles brighter, a quirk of her lips. "You." She raises a hand slowly, like she's approaching a skittish stray dog, to push a lock of Ruth's falling hair back behind her ear. She brings the bouquet of flowers out from behind her back with a flourish.
It's just a handful of Gerber Daisies really, but Ruth smiles. Because Idgie knows she loves them for their bright, simple colors and because Idgie brought them home for her.
"Thank you," Ruth says, taking them from Idgie, brushing a thumb across the edge of one soft petal. "I should put these in some water."
Idgie lets her hand fall away as Ruth steps back, crossing the kitchen to retrieve a vase, half-filling it with water before she sets the flowers down in it and fluffs them out into it. Idgie just watches her and waits. It's the secret to Ruth. If Idgie is patient, if she gives Ruth time and space, Ruth will always come back to her. If it were anyone else, Idgie wouldn't bother, but for Ruth, she'll watch and wait as long as it's necessary.
"You're so sweet to me," Ruth says softly, still plucking at the flowers, her head down.
The hint of a smile tugs at Idgie's lips. "No one else will put up with me."
Ruth snorts and Idgie can breathe again.
Finally Ruth seems satisfied and pushes the vase toward the center of the counter. She looks up at Idgie with eyes so full of emotion that it makes Idgie stand up a little straighter. Ruth crosses the kitchen until she's standing in front of Idgie. She brushes Idgie's cheek with a feather-lite touch, then leans in to kiss her lightly, full on the lips. Without a word, she takes Idgie's hand and leads her towards the stairs in back.
It's better done now, before either of them can mess this up.
P is for Passover, Abby/Ziva, NCIS, seftiri
Abby was alone when Ziva went down to her lab at the end of the day. She smiled tentatively at the lab tech as she danced from one work station to the pounding beat of the base. Ziva waited until Abby completed her task and turns the music down before she approaches.
"Hey, Z. Did you guys catch a case?"
Ziva shook her head. "There is something I could use your help with this evening, however."
"Oh?"
"If you are interested. If you do not have any other plans."
Abby nodded quickly. "Oh, I'm interested. You have me intrigued, David. Tell me more."
"All it will require is that you come to my house this evening."
Abby arched an eyebrow and shot her mock-scandalized look. Ziva laughed.
"It is not like that. Tomorrow night is Passover. I wish to celebrate it and I do not wish to celebrate alone. It is meant to be celebrated with the whole family."
"Oh." Abby seemed to deflate a little, not with disappointment, but understanding. "You could invite the whole team, you know. They would come."
Ziva had no doubt that if they didn't feel like it, Abby would ensure they showed up anyway. She smiled. "Yes, I could. However, I do not wish to. Only you. If you wish."
Abby smiled, charmed, pleased by the request. "Of course."
*** *** ***
Ziva opened the door. She stepped out into the door before she let Abby in and kissed her cheek as if it were something they always did. Then she stepped back to let Abby in.
"Welcome."
"Thank you." Abby slipped off her coat and Ziva took it from her, hanging it on the coat tree by the door.
"So I was reading up on this before I came..."
"Of course." Ziva would have expected no less of Abby.
"This is a big deal."
"It is," Ziva agreed.
"So where do we start?"
Ziva laughed softly at her eagerness. "Thank you for doing this, Abigail." It wasn't just a formality; she meant it to the depths of her heart. Being here with Abby - it was a good feeling.
Abby seemed to understand; she just nodded.
Ziva took it as a hint to get things back on track. "Very well. I cleaned my apartment from head to foot this morning before work. And I gave a very good bottle of Scotch to Tony this morning. He did not understand," she confided, just to see Abby's amused grin.
"I can imagine."
"Indeed." Ziva turned and crossed to the coffee table, picking up an assortment of items and holding them out to Abby. "You will need these."
Abby's eyebrows shot up. "A candle, a feather and a wooden spoon, Z? I though you said this wasn't that kind of night."
Ziva laughed. "It is not. That is for the traditional search for the chametz, in case any has been missed in the cleaning of the house. Or apartment in this case."
"Ah." Abby said, examining what she'd been given.
"The feather and the spoon will be used to collect them and then the spoon will be burned with them tomorrow."
"Them?"
"A blessing is read on the removal of the chametz. There is concern among some that if none is found - and I did a very thorough job - that the blessing will be for naught. So ten morsels of bread are hidden through house."
"Oh. So I find them?"
Ziva nodded.
"Cool."
*** *** ***
"Okay, that's nine," Abby said, feeling a little funny, holding up the spoon with the tiny morsels in one hand and the feathers in the other.
"Only one more," Ziva agreed.
"And only one room I haven't been in yet," Abby pointed out reasonably.
"Mine."
"Yours."
"Would you like see?" Ziva asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.
"Why I think I would," Abby said, putting on her best Southern charm.
The room was simple, but exuded a rich, cozy feeling, like the rest of the apartment. Abby had wondered if Ziva's room would contain some big revelation, but with Ziva, what you saw was often exactly what you got. It was also something Abby happened to like about her very much.
"Okay, so if I was a morsel of bread, where would I be?" Abby said aloud, glancing around the room. "In the closet?" she suggested with a teasing glance over her shoulder at Ziva.
Ziva smiled, but remained at the door, making no move to stop Abby's search. "Search where you wish; I have nothing to hide from you."
The words were casually said, but Abby didn't miss their meaning. It was far from casual. A shiver went down her spine.
"Maybe I'll check over here first," Abby said, gesturing toward the corner of the room nearest the bed. "Bring the candle?"
Obligingly Ziva came closer, the flickering flame throwing dancing shadows across the walls as she came. She squatted down to bring the light closer and smiled when Abby saw it.
"Gotcha!" Abby said, triumphantly, using the feather to scoop the last small morsel of bread into the spoon.
Ziva couldn't help but laugh at that. "Thank you, Abby. You made this night as much fun as I remember it being as a child." Her smile turned a bit more wistful. "When I was very little, before Tali- My father would hide these for us and allow us to search for them. It felt like a very big responsibility to be trusted so."
Abby grinned. "Thank you for letting me be apart of it."
Ziva kissed her lightly then, her lips brushing over Abby's only to cling and taste for a moment, before she dropped her head and broke the kiss. Abby smiled giddily back at her.
"You will come back tomorrow night, yes?" Ziva asked, sounding a little breathless.
"Oh yeah," Abby agreed softly. "Try to keep me away."
"Good," Ziva said decisively. "I will teach you the fifteen parts of the seder."
"And we can do this again?" Abby asked, her voice rising hopefully.
"I would be very disappointed if we did not," Ziva confided.
Abby was still grinning from ear to ear when she left.
Q is for Quilt, Olivia/Natalia, Guiding Light, itsalovestory1
There's snow coming down outside and a fire crackling in the fireplace, but it feels almost perfect to Natalia. Olivia is snuggled up next to her on the couch, sharing the heavy quilt. It's just barely big enough to cover them both, but Natalia doesn't mind. It's an even better excuse to stay close - not that they need one lately.
Olivia has been fairly doting on her since the moment she moved in - intent on pampering her and spoiling the baby as much as possible - even before she's born. It took some adjustment for Natalia, accepting all that attention. But she likes being the source of Olivia's focus. Some days it feels daunting. Other's just right. But never like anything she's ever had before.
There's no particular goal for today, no push, no hurry, just them being together, and Natalia loves it. She loves being able to sit here in the warm sphere of Olivia's arms and turn and kiss her whenever she wants - safe and warm under their quilt.
R is for Radiant, Olivia/Natalia, Guiding Light, queen_bellatrix
Natalia is wearing a light cotton sundress in shades of blue and gold with thin spaghetti straps baring her shoulders that only serve to make Olivia want to push her fingers beneath them, slipping them off Natalia's shoulders. Olivia reaches forward to take Natalia's hand; her feet are freezing.
The thought is jarring. It's the middle of summer and the sun is pouring down on them. Natalia is radiant and smiling, looking over at Olivia like some mysterious siren. Olivia doesn't even try to resist.
She blinks and then groans. Her feet are still cold and the light in the room is so dim that she can barely see. Olivia makes out the familiar shape of her sleeping lover and then lets her head sag back onto the pillow. Just a dream.
"Your toes are freezing," Natalia slurs a little grumpily. She doesn't even open her eyes.
Olivia turns and nuzzles into her neck, breathing in Natalia's scent and pressing a sleepy kiss against her throat. She doesn't move her feet, just wiggles them closer between Natalia's calves.
Natalia snorts and turns her head to face Olivia. "You're lucky I love you."
Olivia smiles. "I am."
In the dim light, grumpy and tousled, Natalia is still radiant.