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“I’m not even sure Houston ever managed that note, to be honest.”

“Right?! He was fantastic.”

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“It.....just came out of his mouth. I feel like I’m at one of those.....things people always talk about, the reunions with family and that one drunk uncle.”

“which should come out of no one’s mouth ever,” she stifled a small, judging laugh.

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Her arms flexed more protectively around her, rolling her over more in bed and hiding her beneath her body, her fingers curling into her hair and her nails grazing her scalp in soft strokes. She felt the shake of her girlfriend’s head and only held her tighter to soothe that because she knew, Nyx knew, they both did and that wouldn’t change. “I know we are....my point was I saw relationships so unhealthy and so....God, conniving and hurtful; making the person you claim to love doubt themselves and making them jealous, basically tearing them down while building up their own ego. It’s never been us, it never will be. I love you more than anything. The thought of making you doubt or hurting you....that would never make me feel better, feel good, God, Nyx, you’re every goddamn thing good in my life and I know....I know I’m that for you.” Finding her eyes she was just as quickly finding her lips, kissing her tenderly and trying to wrap her up more beneath her.

Breathing in her girlfriend now, her eyes fell closed, wrapping her up more and burying into her neck to kiss her skin softly, listening to her words while her hand moved to shield her head. Her brows knit, flexing her arms around her and shaking her head stubbornly against her neck. “I’m never going to want to make you jealous. Why would I? I never want to be anywhere but in your arms, and I always hurry back just for that. We’re the furthest thing from unhealthy, baby girl. You love me and I love you, and we spend every day trying to show each other just how much…Not trying to manipulate each other into proving it. We know.” she told her, flexing her grip softly in her curls before brushing through them, kissing up to her jaw line to trail her lips to her lover’s, finding them and kissing her so tenderly. “People are fucking idiots and they only want whatever they can take from you. I just want to give you everything I can and always all of me.”

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“This is one of the many reasons why you and I work. Perfectly.” Turning into her girlfriend she buried her face into her neck, swanning the way they always did so naturally and moving one hand to thread into her long curls. “Heard some bitch in the cafe today trying to make her girlfriend jealous by being a douche bag. In short it was completely disgusting but I was thinking about you and I just....saw an unhealthy relationship, an abusive and sickeningly selfish one, and I’m so thankful because that is never us, never would be.”

“So sick of everyone but us, to be honest.”

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“So sick of teen bitches.”

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She loved getting a morning like this. They were so hard to get when they were back in New York; though they spent every hour they could spend tracking each other down for time together like this but it wasn’t until here, wasn’t until now that they truly got to hide away together, got mornings here and there. She got to wake up to the most beautiful woman in the world laying naked in her arms and it was exhilarating under her skin, heated her veins though nothing compared to Nyx’s touch running over her body, the warmth of her sunkissed skin tracing over the paler cream of her own. They were the most beautiful contrast but their scents, the way her own heat beaded from her core and filled the air, the way Nyx’s stood out to her more in such a beautiful way, making her mouth water and her eyes darken as she moved with her. Her arms wrapped around her neck as she moved, lacing their legs as she sat up more with her and rolled her hips up against her girlfriend’s, blue eyes falling between them just to see the way the flat of Nyx’s stomach flexed softly, lower to see soft wet flesh roll over her, spreading her heat between her thighs that Marley’s pussy gave back to Nyx. Her hand curled tightly into Nyx’s girls as she moaned, her reaching to the blanket to pull it up around them to trap in their heat and their scent as she watched her clit rub into her girlfriend’s, making her pant across her lips and her thighs tremble around her as she pulled her hard back to her lips and dripped more heat for her lover.

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Her lips on her neck....and God, Marley’s right hand moved up Nyx’s spine, tracing bare skin beneath the sheet to thread into her curls as their nudge was given back to her, making her smile and her stomach twist. The feeling only amplified as she met Nyx’s lips, found her taste with a soft stroke of her tongue that weakened her completely, at least she thought, until she heard her words and caved impossibly more against her body. Her breath left her as she was moved more to her back, the most beautiful woman in the world straddling her and making her thighs lock more as her hips rolled softly, her right hand tangled in Nyx’s hair and her left moving to cover her lover’s over her heart and she flexed her grip there, lifting her head from the pillow more to meet her lips deeper, teeth biting at her bottom lip and raking over tender flesh.

A hum formed in her throat as her hand ran higher into her girlfriend’s curls, flexing softly and breathing her in as she drug her lips over her jaw line, down to her neck to kiss softly. Her words had her breath hitching, more so as she felt that nudge against her neck and she returned it before she turned more to find her lips, kissing her chin softly in her path to find them. “My Babylove.” she whispered, guiding her gently more onto her back as she kissed her, soft and slow, savoring her taste and feeling her chest cave against Marley’s as she straddled her stomach, moving her free hand to rest over her heart.

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“Judging by the way he’s dressed like a frat boy, not to categorize but.....I’d say he’s here with a few, probably all too drunk to realize their bro is crying while singing the Coyote Ugly soundtrack.” She chuckles, sure enough her eyes going to the table of guys in the corner, easily college completely sloshed and making a mess with overflowing pitcher of beer every time their rowdiness knocked the table. As a bartender it irked her and she moved her eyes to the bar counter with darker eyes before she heard the woman and looked back to her. “Oh. Fuck. No.”

“Agreed. Perhaps we could beat the shit out of them if they try once more?” Paige joked, but raised a brow at the lady’s following words. “Low tolerance for people, eh? So that really exists? Do you think that guy came here with friends? Ah, shit. Look. He’s up for two more songs, I think.”

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Peeking out a little from under her girlfriend’s curls....she felt that bite, her cheek pressed to Nyx’s and she felt it and her thighs locked a little tighter. “Beautiful Girl.” She murmurs, nudging her nose lightly into her girlfriend’s neck.

“Mmm, Merry Christmas, beautiful. I always need you.”

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“Ah, then it was a perfect note that let’s hope we never hear again.” Marley concedes, smiling lightly with a small shrug. “I have a low tolerance for people in general but yes, for people who don’t realize they shouldn’t be singing for the masses. Shoulda kept it in the shower; he’s definitely going to need that steam for the vocal cords tomorrow.”

Paige stifled a laugh. “Great words to describe the note. But yes, that’s what I meant by note.” Paige laughed, shaking her head. “Do you have low tolerance for people who try hard singing? And dude, the guy must’ve been so drunk. He’s going to have a damaged vocal cords by tomorrow.”

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“Merry Christmas......I need you.”

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“If by note you mean the sound a teenage boy makes when he’s kicked in the nuts......don’t sell your life that short.”

“It was nice hearing that last note. I mean, it’s still a looooot better than my life.”

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“It was some hybrid concoction of yodeling breeding with thick country twang.” 

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“seriously, was that yodeling or???”