The world was peaceful and almost silent. Almost, but not quite. There was a noise somewhere in the apartment and so she could not get back to sleep. Tess, however, seemed capable of snoring through a storm and several world wars, so she did not even stir when Fin disentangled herself from her arms and legs and got up.

She padded across the apartment and listened. Drip – drip – drip. Oh, not again, not the kitchen sink. She would not be able to go back to bed without repairing the dripping tap, not with that sound drilling her brain; with a wry smile, Fin went to get her beloved toolbox. She bent down and, while lifting the heavy box, noticed some movement in Tess’s apartment. Both places had tall, wide windows perfectly aligned with one another which, as she and Tess had proven, made it easy to see into the other place. Or spy, Fin mused, shaking her head in amusement.

Fin saw the tall, lanky girl called Frankie, wearing only some red bottoms and a yellow tank. She seemed to be talking to someone. Then, Fin spotted another woman going around the kitchen island, buttoning up her coat. Tess had told her that Frankie was quite the womanizer, so no surprise there, this was just another…

Hold on. Not being the intrusive type, she had started to turn away, but something stopped her in her tracks; she had recognized the woman there with Frankie. Fin frowned. It was Cat. The brunette was obviously leaving, and Frankie had caught up with her. Now they were embracing.

All right, that was quite enough. Fin moved away from the scene developing before her and set the toolbox on the kitchen counter. She opened it, extracted an adjustable wrench and got to work. Each to their own; everybody had their own therapy.

She awoke in a pocket of warmth – that was the first thing she became aware of. Then, nuzzling that warm spot, she realized that it was an actual person – a neck, a pair of arms surrounding her. Then, she felt a kiss on the tip of her nose and couldn’t help but smile.

“Go on, open your eyes, I know you’re awake.”

Letting out a non-descriptive groan, Tess pressed her face against the other woman’s breast and tried to remain completely still. Maybe she could pretend that she had dozed off again…