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Lottie’s morning had started out normally. She’d awoken to her brother banging on her door, having made some brand new breakthrough that required her presence Right Then. After gently pushing him from her room, she dressed, showered, pointed out a couple flaws in his code, received an affectionate whack on the back, and then went to visit her Guinevere. She had the key to her room, but she was reluctant to simply barge in for a multitude of reasons. She didn’t want to wake her, for one, and she didn’t want to cause too much suspicion, for another. Slipping in and out whenever she wanted... Well. Their relationship was already dangerous. She had to protect the woman she loved, in any way she could.

Of course, though, because she was stupidly in love, she couldn’t be away from her. She knocked on Guinevere’s door with a gentle hand.

The young woman stirred from within, lavender eyes blinking open as she whined a bit. Too early. But she knew that knock. Slowly, she forced herself up, diamond flowing over her palm as she scrubbed her eyes and slipped out of bed, too-big shirt hanging off one shoulder as she shuffled over in silence and opened the door. Guinevere’s eyes said everything her vocal chords wouldn’t, gazing at the redhead before her in awe as she blinked slowly at her. Stepping back, she pulled the door open more and let her in. She shut it behind her and moved to the bed again to sit on the edge, looking at the floor as she let her legs dangle.

Lottie’s cheeks had flushed at how Guinevere looked at her, and she couldn't help but smile. For a moment, she let herself be what felt like daring, gazing back at her as if she were the sun and the stars and everything else in between. Then, she stepped in, thanking her softly. She wasted little time in joining her beloved, standing before her and wrapping her arms around her, gathering her near. “I didn't mean to wake you.” She said softly, pressing her lips to her hair.

She gasped a tiny bit, hugging her tight and nuzzling into her chest like she could hide away, giving a little shake of her head in reply. She wouldn't have wanted to wake up any other way. The brunette lifted her head, blinking slowly at her like a cat to show her love, leaning up to press their lips together.

Lottie felt a rush of warm affection fill her chest, leaking down to her fingertips and toes. She'd never thought that she could love someone like this, and yet, there she was. She let her hide away against her, gently tracing her fingers down her spine. Then, she smiled, and kissed her back. “I love you too.” She whispered. “How did you sleep?”

Guinevere smiled softly at her words, nuzzling her shoulder and nodding to supply a “good” as she laced their fingers together, watching the diamond morph across her skin. She shifted, moving aside and patting the bed, tugging her the tiniest bit. The psychologist squeezed her hand gently, raising it to her lips to kiss each of her fingertips, smiling against her. Goodness, she probably looked like a giant dork, unable to keep from smiling around her. She felt like a blushing schoolgirl. Lottie went when she was tugged, settling beside the love of her life and tugging her gently in reply, hoping to have her put her head in her lap.

The younger woman gave a little giggle in reply, covering her face with her other hand as her cheeks burned red. She went happily, laying back down and curling up in the fetal position with her head on her thigh. Guinevere could lay here forever really.. Just watching Lottie, never saying anything. Lottie shifted gently, so that she could get more comfortable. Gently, she started to braid a few of her beloved’s long locks, pressing a kiss to the strands that wrapped around her fingers. She could probably spend the rest of her life kissing this woman, she reflected. "I shouldn't have too much to do today.”


Guinevere’s eyes lit up at her actions, nodding in reply and shifting, hugging her waist and nuzzling her abdomen. “Ok.” She breathed, her voice a tiny, hoarse little thing, hardly audible even in the dead air of her room.

Lottie felt that warmth fill her chest once more at the sound of her beloved’s voice, and she leaned down, kissing her forehead and then her lips gently. Not quite a reward, but a thank you. “I’m all yours.” She teased gently, pressing her near. She let her hands slip into her hair, gently massaging her scalp.

She gasped and tensed up for a mere moment only to melt instantly, draping herself across her lap entirely as she fell limp. It was so rare to see such a visceral reaction from the woman, still so used to keeping up appearances from her family. She knew why she was doing this though. “They’re coming soon..” She mumbled breathlessly. Her family was visiting in a few days.


Lottie chuckled at her reaction, kissing her shoulder and then keeping up her ministrations, reluctant to pull away at any point in the near future. She loved these reactions, whenever she could catch them. She didn’t want to miss a single one. And then that... frustrating reminder came. Ah, yes. Lottie’s least favorite people on the entire planet. Which, really, was saying something. “They won’t stay long, amore.” She murmured. She wouldn’t let them, honestly. As Guinevere’s psychologist, she had quite a lot of sway, and it was terribly convenient for both of them. Still, Guinevere's smile faded and she simply gave a silent nod in reply, tracing a little pattern on the sheets with her dainty, well manicured fingernail. But they would still be here...

Lottie shifted a little, finding her hand and then kissing it before tugging her beloved into her arms, laying down so that she could wrap the taller woman up better. She pressed a kiss to the part in her hair. “It’s because it’s Father's’ Day.” She murmured. “I’m so sorry, Gwen.” That earned a tiny huff of air resembling a scoff. Some father. He left raising her to her mother, hardly acknowledging her. And then she’d have to deal with her brother on top of it all. The fucking brat. She didn’t even realize how much she had tensed up until Lottie took her hands, gripping tight to the sheets, and smoothed her fingers out.

Lottie cooed her nickname once more, soft and gentle, hoping to soothe her somewhat. “I can try to reschedule.” She offered softly. Guinevere shook her head firmly, glaring at the floor as she laced their fingers together gently. The faster this happened, the more of a gap there was between the next visit.

The redhead hesitated for a bare moment, and then nodded briefly. She considered making a mother-in-law joke briefly, and decided that her brother was wearing off on her. She squeezed her hand gently. “We’ll be okay. And you won’t be alone.”

A sigh escaped her Guinevere's lips as she nodded and let herself fall limp again, chest to chest with her head pillowed on her love's shoulder, chest rising and falling slowly.

Lottie moved to accommodate her Gwen, resting her head on hers and exhaling slowly. She kissed her hair, and then just kept her near. “I love you.” She murmured. “Are you hungry?”

“Love you too..” The taller woman cooed quietly, kissing her cheek and smiling against her, every action soft and sweet as she let her eyes flutter shut with a nod.

As many treats as Lottie snuck to Des and Meadow and Cas, her beloved got the most of them all. She deserved the whole world and everything in it. “We don’t have to go down to the cafe if you don’t want to.” She promised gently, pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw. “I’ll be right back.”

She gave a short hum of thought in reply, tensing at her next words but loosening her hold on her regardless. Guinevere shifted, getting off her lap and sitting beside her, staring at her hands in her lap.

Lottie reached out, finding her hands, pressing kisses to the backs of both of her hands. “Could kiss you forever.” She murmured, aware of how cheesy that sounded and so teasing gently. “Would you like to come?”

Her cheeks lit up, though it quickly disappeared as diamond chose to reveal the muscles beneath instead. The brunette nodded a bit hurriedly and stood, kissing her gently and clutching her close, loathe to be apart for even a moment.

Lottie’s expression brightened a little. She hated to be apart from her Gwen as well, and she leaned up on her tiptoes, gently kissing the diamond that swam lazily over her cheek. She wrapped her arms around her, giving her a big, real hug. Guinevere smiled faintly at her touch, following her out and squeezing her hand as they walked, unable to tear her eyes off her for even a moment. Every time she was away, all she did was think of her, aching to be near her again.

Lottie paused before they exited entirely, tipping her head back to kiss her softly. “I love you.” She told her softly, just wanting to remind her, promise her that there was no one else in the world that she loved as much as Guinevere. Then, she opened the door, leading her towards the elevator.