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Warm Whispers

Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 26 - Interruptions [1,683 words]

Heather woke to the sound of scratching at the bedroom door. She rolled over and buried her head beneath the pillow. "Somebody needs to explain Daylight Saving Time to these cats." The clawing persisted. "It's too early, Perry. Mom gets an extra hour." Esperanza responded with a series of meows, each louder and higher than the last as she tried to rouse one of her mothers from their bed.

Valencia stirred. She scattered a few kisses between the straps of Heather's tank top and pinched her hip under faded sleep pants. "It's okay. I'll take care of them. I need to water the plants anyway."

One of Heather's eyes opened and peered through the pale blue of the unlit room. She felt the springs rise when Valencia left the bed. Esperanza and Shadow mewed their impatience while circling every step Valencia made. They were called to the kitchen with drowsy coos and kissing noises.

Heather could hear the cascade of cat food falling into bowls. Shadow's recognizable corner-of-the-mouth crunch followed shortly thereafter. The sink faucet burst into life with the turn of a handle. A tumble from the tap echoed in the watering can.

Valencia hummed softly as she waited for the plastic container to fill. Heather listened to the tune and sighed. Her weary limbs seemed to grow heavier against the mattress, urging her to fall into a deep sleep once more, but that voice in the quiet morning air possessed a more alluring pull.

Heather swung her legs free from the sheets. She padded to the bathroom entrance and took her robe off the hook. Her feet located a pair of slippers near the wall before she departed for the space beyond the open threshold.

A few minutes later, Valencia entered the living room to find their couch occupied. She glanced at Heather -- cross-legged, disheveled, alert -- and arched an eyebrow. "What happened to that additional hour you needed?"

"I decided I could find a better use for it."

"Uh-huh," Valencia acknowledged with faux skepticism. She braced a hand against the wall to lean over one plant and tend to another. "Watching me do household chores is entertaining for you this early in the day? Doesn't seem eventful enough to warrant the effort."

"You don't have my vantage point."

Valencia smirked. She stooped under the pretense of checking the soil. Her oversize Class of 2006 t-shirt inched higher with the bend. Heather straightened her spine and gripped her ankles in white-knuckled fists.

"I can sense that, you know," Valencia remarked without turning from her work. "Your stare is burning the back of my neck."

"Funny, you're picking it up a lot farther north than you should be."

Valencia's laughter was low and throaty. "I can feel it there, too."

Only two small succulents remained, each on a wooden ledge fixed to the wall behind the sofa. Heather eyed them both then turned to observe Valencia's approach. Out of every possible technique that could have been utilized to complete the task, Heather did not predict the method Valencia elected to employ.

Each movement was languid and deliberate. She straddled Heather's lap and reached for the final plants. Valencia's t-shirt grazed her girlfriend’s face. Heather resisted the urge to burrow deep into the fabric but her fingertips sought purchase on the strong thighs that squeezed her own. Valencia held a plant and the watering can in front of herself, tending to the greenery with practiced indifference to their physical contact. Her facade of detachment did not even flicker when Heather's nails left pink lines from knees to pelvis.

Valencia restored the glass pots to their proper places. She overturned the spout above Heather's head. The can was already empty. "Hmm. Guess I finished it off." Her palm lowered and she allowed the container to slide to the floor. "But something tells me I didn't really need that to get you wet."

Heather tried to roll her eyes, although the dismissal lost its edge as she folded back Valencia's nightwear to access her stomach. "I wanna call foul for such an obvious line, but you're also not wrong so... well-played."

"The opportunity presented itself and I couldn't resist." Valencia's fingers plunged into Heather's curls and her muscles trembled under the trail of kisses winding over her abdomen.

"I can understand the temptation," Heather mumbled against Valencia's ribs.

She guided the material away inch by inch with no particular concern for brevity. When the shirt finally fell from view, Valencia's body was covered in nothing but shivering pinpricks and the soothing attention of Heather's hands.

Valencia pushed Heather's robe off her shoulders. They shifted as one to stretch along the couch, but then Heather froze. "Goddamnit."

"What's wrong?" Valencia followed her line of sight and giggled. "Hola, Za-Za."

"Really?" Heather demanded with a half-hearted scowl at their indifferent feline. "This is the place you choose for your post-breakfast nap?"

Valencia traced Heather's clavicle. "She wants to be near our mutual favorite person, so I can't say I blame her."

"Yeah, well, I would really appreciate it if she expressed that love by letting me enjoy unaccompanied quality time with her Mamá." Heather widened her eyes meaningfully, but the cat neither acknowledged the non-verbal signal nor showed any inclination to obey it.

Valencia's teeth found Heather's jawline and nipped lightly. "Why don't we go try the bedroom instead?" She climbed off Heather's lap then held out her arm.

Heather accepted the offered assistance with a parting head shake at willfully oblivious Esperanza. Valencia stole Heather's robe to wear on the walk and hugged her middle from behind. She dragged her mouth across any skin she could reach while they shuffled in a two-part train formation toward the room they had vacated a short while ago.

When they reached the doorway, Heather stopped mid-stride. "Nooo..."

Valencia peeked over Heather's shoulder. Shadow was curled atop the groove in the sheets on Valencia's side of the mattress.

"This is starting to feel like a deliberate takedown," Heather groused. "It’s lucky for them that they're both so cute."

"Mmm, very." Valencia rested her forehead against Heather's back. "You know, maybe our problem is that we're searching for a horizontal flat surface. There's no rule saying we need one."

Heather twisted toward Valencia, careful not to disrupt their established embrace, and slipped both arms inside the open robe. "Interesting proposition. What's the support?"

Valencia's upturned lips brushed the curve of Heather's neck. She sidestepped while maintaining her grip and slammed them both against the wall.

"Neither of them can see us here," Valencia declared while her fingers crawled down Heather's torso.

"How're you so sure?"

"Baby, I used to live on social media. I know how to work my angles." Her urgent touch bypassed the waistband of the pajama pants.

Heather's breath hitched. "In more ways than one," she joked.

Valencia winked.

They melded together with open-mouthed kisses and wandering caresses. Much to Heather's relief, there was no further interference from the other occupants of the house. She rolled her hips against Valencia's forearm. Heather moaned when sharp teeth ghosted along her pulse point. Her knee bent involuntarily and Valencia bore down on her thigh.

Unseen by the lovers in the hallway, Shadow's and Esperanza's ears flicked at the escalating noises that cut through the silence but the intermittent cries and passionate murmurs did little to disturb their slumber.

Valencia adjusted her weight for support as Heather slumped forward. Heather nuzzled her hair until they both caught their breath. Too exhausted to remain where they were, the couple returned to the bedroom hand-in-hand. Shadow was still occupying the same spot, enjoying the rays of the rising sun. Heather gently attempted to nudge her aside and make room but Valencia caught her elbow.

“She can stay.”

Her palms eased Heather onto the mattress in a reclined position. Heather obeyed the subtle pressure against her shoulders and smiled when Valencia settled on top of her. Valencia’s cheek rested over Heather’s heart. Her arms wound around her waist, and Heather mirrored the hold while rubbing circles at the base of Valencia’s spine. The robe loosely fell over them both. It made a suitable replacement blanket in lieu of the covers their cat monopolized.

Heather crooked a finger under Valencia’s chin. She tilted her into a lingering kiss. When Heather’s mouth moved to the sensitive skin behind her ear, Valencia checked the time on her charging cell phone. “We’ve still got about… seven-and-a-half hours before the service starts at Sacred Heart, which means six-and-a-half before actually needing to be out the door to get a pew with my family on time, and five-and-a-half before I’d have to start getting dressed and ready…”

“Do you wanna tell me why you’re doing clock math right now?” Heather’s teeth tugged on Valencia’s earlobe.

“I think you know.”

Heather’s laugh breezed over Valencia’s cheek. “What about your sun salutation?”

Valencia cupped Heather’s neck to bring her closer. “Well, I’m already running a little late to start at dawn.”

“Oops.”

“Yeah.” Valencia closed her eyes with a sigh. “But I’m sure I can still fit it into the schedule between now and the lunch hour. Meanwhile, I’m finding this pretty restorative on its own.”

“Wait a minute.” Heather pulled away enough to look her in the eye. “You’re gonna let me disrupt your Sunday routine to stay in bed and fool around for the rest of the morning?”

Valencia lifted her eyebrows. “Thanks for joining us, Professor.”

“And now you’re ‘no shit, Sherlock’-ing me about it.” Heather leaned forward until their foreheads touched. “What’s gotten into you?”

“There’s a pretty easy answer to that question, but I’ve already exceeded my quota for obvious lines.” Valencia coaxed Heather’s hand between her thighs. “What do you say, Miss Self-Proclaimed Badass? Do you want to break a few rules with me?”

Heather’s expression brightened when Shadow hopped off the bed and departed for the living room. A mischievous grin spread across her face. She flipped Valencia onto her back in the vacated space and hooked a leg over her hip. “C’mere, rebel.”

#H+V FF #CEG Writing by Me #Helencia #Heather x Valencia #GUESS WHO IS FINALLY BACK?#(Me.)#I'm so relieved!!!

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