Defend
There was of course benefits of summer arriving – one of those being not having to wear five hundred layers of clothing to keep remotely warm but there was also a great enemy during summer; the heat and the early morning sun.
Ann groaned as the offending sunlight shone in through the curtains that didn’t quite shut all the way – they had been far too excited last night to realise their mistake. And now, as morning came the sun crept inside and bathed her face in light, warming her – uncomfortably so and she twisted in bed to escape it. The brunette sleeping beside her stirred and a warm hand ran across her arm to stop her writhing,
“Ann… are you alright?” Anne asked tiredly, her eyes still shut, and the blonde groaned again into her side,
“What’s the light?”
“You mean the sun?” Anne chuckled opening her dark eyes to gaze at her wife, who lay with her eyes tightly shut to try and escape the offending sunlight and she whined again,
“I’ll fight it.”
Anne kissed her over the hair fondly,
“Come on I’ll defend you against it.”
Anne pulled the covers higher, and helped Ann closer to her, the woman lay with her legs over Anne’s body and her arms circled around her waist, and she hid her face in the crook of the brunette’s neck. Anne kissed the side of her face sweetly, smiling down at the blonde.
“You are beautiful.”
“I’m sleeping.”
“A sleeping beauty then.” Anne smirked and another soft kiss was pressed against the top of her head.
“Shut up, Anne.”
“Good morning to you too.”
“You defended me against the sunlight, now please defend me from yourself by being quiet.” Ann growled nipping at her neck as she did so.
“Woke up on the wrong side today, love?” Anne asked glancing down and Ann growled as she stretched her legs all the way across Anne and heaved herself up, placing herself on top of the brunette properly,
“Ann, I asked did you…” Anne wasn’t allowed to finish her sentence, Ann’s lips muffled her sounds and silenced her.
“We sleep now.”
“I know you want to - but I need to rise now.” Anne told her softly in her ear, and the blonde groaned,
“No. You stay. I’m cold.”
Ann held on tighter to Anne, pressing her body into hers, making it near impossible for her to move.
“I thought you were hot?” Anne wondered amused, and Ann nuzzled her face into her neck further,
“I’m defending you against the cold.”
“Yes, whereas that’s nice of you…”
Anne tried to throw the covers off them – she was sweating, and her skin was turning clammy by the warmth. Ann kissed the brunette again to shut her up,
“Be grateful.”
“Fine.”
Anne gave in, gave Ann another kiss and then held her tightly pressed against herself, pulling the covers off them though – basking in the joy of having her wife pressed to her, near her – and she trailed many kisses over her soft but moist skin and Ann got to rest for as long as she liked, not that Anne really had say in it.