Annabelle woke to the caress of a loving hand. Almost purring, she leaned into the touch, savoring the warm contact. Hearing a slight chuckle she opened her eyes to see Simone smiling down at her. “What?” Annabelle asked sleepily, burrowing herself into Simone’s arms.

Simone tugged an affectionate hand through Annabelle’s hair, marveling at its softness. “Nothing,” she whispered lovingly. Bending down she placed a light kiss on Annabelle’s kiss swollen lips. “Good morning.”

Unsatisfied, Annabelle snaked a hand behind Simone’s neck and pulled her lover’s lips toward her. Moaning slightly as their mouths made contact, Annabelle teased Simone with her tongue; swirling the muscle back and forth across Simone’s lips. Feeling Simone’s arms tighten around her, she kissed her harder, almost desperate to taste the sweetness that resided in her lover’s mouth.

Simone’s breath hitched when Annabelle thrust her tongue pass her lips. Pulling it into her mouth, she sucked at the muscle, delighting at her lover’s guttural groan. Pulling Annabelle on top of her, she kissed her back with a furious intensity before pulling away. Utterly aroused by the look of unadulterated desire in Annabelle’s eyes, she reached up a shaking hand to stroke her cheek. “We should stop,” Simone croaked.

Doubt filled Annabelle’s cerulean blue eyes. Frowning, she rolled off Simone and sat up on the bed. Running a tired hand over her face, she pulled the covers up over her chest before glancing over at Simone with questioning eyes.

Simone’s breath caught at the doubtful expression on Annabelle’s face. Quickly sitting up, she grabbed Annabelle’s hand. “That’s not what I meant.” Casting a sidelong glance at the radio clock on the night stand she added, “it’s just we should get going if we don’t want to be caught.”

Annabelle followed Simone’s gaze. The clock read 8:15am. They were already late for breakfast. Turning back to look at her lover, she leaned closer so that her nose was almost touching Simone’s. “Can I keep you?” she whispered tenderly, reaching up to trace a line down Simone’s cheek.

Simone’s heart swelled at the tenderness in Annabelle’s voice. Pushing reality to the back of her mind, she cupped her lover’s face in her hands and murmured, “For as long as you want,” before capturing Annabelle’s lips.