Pillowtalk
There was something almost sacred about mornings, a gentle stillness that seemed to wrap the world in a soft embrace. Another day was beginning, full of new possibilities, but nothing could ever compare to waking up in the arms of the woman you love—who loves you with a depth you never thought you’d deserve. The warmth of her skin against yours felt like the universe had conspired to give you this moment, this quiet perfection.
It wasn’t just the comfort of her touch, but the overwhelming sense that, no matter what the day might bring, you had everything you needed in her. And in that tender silence, you are always reminded that this love—the kind that fills the empty spaces in your heart and makes you whole—was more than enough. It was everything. It was home.
As Ling slowly woke to the soft gray light of a gloomy morning, her body instinctively craved a stretch, aching to begin the day. But then, she felt the warmth of Orm cuddled against her side, and she paused.
The gentle weight of Orm's body next to hers was like a sweet promise of peace, and it instantly filled her with a quiet contentment. Lingling’s heart swelled with a love so deep it almost took her breath away. Orm’s face was peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of light, her long hair spread like silk around her, a beautiful cascade of waves that Lingling wanted to get lost in. The stillness of her body, the serene way she rested, made Lingling feel like the world had paused just for this moment.
Lingling traced every detail in her mind—the gentle curve of Orm’s neck, the quiet rise and fall of her back as she breathed, and the soft, delicate lines of her hand resting on top of Lingling’s stomach. She could hear Orm’s steady, rhythmic breathing beside her—soft and steady, the most comforting sound in the world, one she had always cherished. It had become a rare treasure, especially since Orm was the morning person, often the first to rise.
In her sleep, Orm looked so fragile, so perfect, as though she were made just for Lingling to hold and protect. Today, in this moment, they were both still. It was an unguarded, intimate moment—one that made Ling’s heart swell with gratitude.
The innocence in this moment filled Lingling with a tenderness she didn’t know she was capable of, and she couldn’t help but be mesmerized by how lucky she was to share her life with someone so beautiful, inside and out. In that fleeting silence, she realized just how lucky she was to be with someone who made every day feel like an endless gift. Everything about Orm made her heart ache in the most wonderful way.
To know that she would have more mornings like this, with Orm by her side, filled her with a joy she couldn’t quite put into words.
“Good morning, Jiejie,” Orm’s sleepy voice drifted through the quiet room, a content, soft smile spreading across her face as she turned toward Lingling.
Lingling’s heart fluttered at the sound of Orm’s morning drawl, tender and warm. She whispered back, “Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?” She pulled Orm closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, the kind that felt like an unspoken promise of love.
Orm responded by cuddling deeper into Lingling’s arms, burying her face beneath her chin, inhaling her scent. She gently kissed Lingling’s collarbone, the gesture full of quiet affection. “Mhmm, I did... But the best part is waking up next to you,” Orm murmured, her words like a warm embrace.
Lingling smiled, her heart swelling with love. “You’re my favorite part of every day,” she whispered back, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along Orm’s back.
Orm tilted her head up then, her eyes meeting Lingling’s with a tenderness that made Lingling’s chest ache with love. “I could get used to waking up next to you for the rest of my life,” Orm said, her voice filled with sincerity, as if she were confessing a quiet dream.
Lingling’s smile grew, and her heart raced. “That could be arranged,” she replied softly, taking Orm’s left hand in hers. She kissed her ring finger, her lips lingering there for a moment as her smile deepened. Orm’s breath caught, a warmth spreading through her chest as she remembered the double pave promise ring Lingling had gifted her not long ago. The ring, a symbol of their love, now felt even more significant in this moment.
“One day soon, hmmm?” Orm’s hand gently caressed Lingling’s cheek, her fingers soft and tender as she gazed at her with a quiet longing, a future of shared mornings stretching out before them.
Lingling closed her eyes at the touch, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Soon,” she whispered, as if making a secret vow. Both of them closing their eyes for a few minutes of this morning ecstacy.
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When Lingling woke up again, the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the curtains greeted her, but there was something missing—the warmth of Orm beside her. The bed was still warm, but her favorite person was nowhere to be found. Her heart tugged at the emptiness beside her, and with a small sigh, Lingling pushed the covers aside and stood up to find Orm.
She found her on the chaise lounge near the window, a cup of coffee cradled in her hand as she gazed out at the rain falling softly against the glass. Orm looked so serene, her profile framed by the soft light, lost in the peaceful rhythm of the world outside. Lingling couldn’t resist the urge to walk over to her, her steps quiet and deliberate.
Without a word, she slipped into the space beside Orm, instinctively curling into her side. The moment their bodies met, the warmth that had been missing returned, and Lingling let out a soft sigh of contentment.
Orm glanced down at her with a smile, her voice gentle. “What are you doing up?”
Lingling mumbled into her shoulder, not bothering to lift her head. “You weren’t by my side.”
“Oh,” Orm chuckled softly, her hand reaching up to lightly stroke Lingling’s hair. “I was letting you sleep before we go to CH3 later. You’ve had a few long, tiring days, Jiejie.”
Lingling’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Orm, a little pout tugging at her lips. “I sleep better beside you.”
Orm’s heart melted at the softness in her voice. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of Lingling’s head, her fingers lightly tracing circles on her back. “I know, love. I feel the same way,” she whispered.
Lingling pulled herself up slightly, still nestled against Orm’s side, and reached for the coffee cup sitting on the table. She took a sip, savoring the way it was brewed just how she liked—perfectly warm and with just the right amount of sweetness. “Do you have anything scheduled later?” she asked, her voice muffled as she nestled closer, as though the simple act of being close to Orm was enough to make the whole world feel right.
Orm chuckled, watching her adorable girlfriend cling to her side. “Hmm, I’ll be at the Emsphere later for that Maybelline event,” she said softly, her fingers grazing Lingling’s hand.
Lingling hummed thoughtfully, her fingers tracing patterns on Orm’s wrist. “What time are you leaving?”
“Right after we finish recording at CH3,” Orm replied, glancing down at Lingling with a soft smile.
Lingling’s face brightened with determination, her voice warm and affectionate. “Okay, I’ll drop you off. The team can meet you there.”
The promise in her words made Orm’s heart swell with love. She tightened her hold on Lingling, brushing a kiss across her forehead. The simple act of sharing these small, domestic moments made everything feel grounded, like they were creating a life together, filled with warmth and care.
For a long while, they sat together in comfortable silence, the only sound the soft patter of rain against the window. Then, Orm broke the silence with a playful smirk.
“Hey,” she murmured, her fingers gently brushing against Lingling’s arm. “I love you.”
Lingling’s smile bloomed, her eyes softening as she met Orm’s gaze. “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”
It was a quiet, peaceful moment, wrapped in the kind of intimacy that only comes when two people are deeply intertwined in each other’s lives, hearts beating in perfect sync.
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Their quiet morning lingered, the soft rhythm of their movements in sync as they both got ready for the day. The air was filled with the unspoken intimacy that only comes from being completely at ease with someone you love, their presence enough to make even the mundane feel magical.
As Lingling brushed her teeth, she felt the familiar warmth of Orm beside her. Orm moved closer, leaning forward to check her reflection in the mirror, her presence a comforting weight. Her hand, warm and gentle, came to rest on Lingling’s lower back. The touch was light, yet it sent a shiver of electricity racing down Lingling’s spine. Orm knew exactly the effect she had, and as she caught Lingling’s eye in the mirror, she sent a playful wink in her direction. The simple gesture was enough to make Lingling’s heart flutter, a sweet reminder of how deeply they had come to know each other.
Meanwhile, Orm moved toward their walk-in closet, searching for her violet pull-over. As she reached for it, Lingling, without a word, stepped behind her.
With a tenderness that caught Orm by surprise, Lingling pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the nape of her neck, the warmth of her lips leaving a trail of affection on Orm’s skin. Orm’s breath hitched for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected, loving gesture.
Lingling smiled as she pulled away, her fingers brushing against Orm’s shoulder as she reached for her own dark blue Mardi sweater.
As Lingling sat down, carefully pulling on her shoes, Orm stopped in front of her. Without a word, she bent down, her hands gently guiding Lingling’s foot into place, her movements tender and loving. Lingling couldn’t help but look down at Orm, her gaze filled with adoration. It was the little things—these quiet, unspoken moments of care—that meant the world to Lingling. She could see it in the way Orm took such gentle care, in how every touch felt like a soft declaration of love, a promise that no matter what, she would always be there.
As Orm finished, she looked up, her eyes locking with Lingling’s. A soft smile spread across her face, and Lingling felt her heart swell at the sight. In that moment, there was nothing else but Orm’s smile and the warmth in her gaze. Lingling leaned forward, guided by the pull of affection, and pressed a lingering kiss to Orm’s lips. It was sweet, lingering, and filled with all the things words couldn’t express.
“Thank you, Babe,” Lingling whispered against Orm’s lips, her voice thick with emotion.
Orm smiled, her heart full as she pulled away just enough to meet Lingling’s eyes. “For you, always,” she replied, the words wrapped in sincerity. She stood up then, offering her hand to Lingling with a softness that made Lingling’s heart ache in the most beautiful way.
“Ready?” Orm asked, her voice steady but filled with love.
Lingling nodded, her smile never fading. “With you, always,” she replied, her voice full of certainty and warmth. With Orm, Lingling knew she was ready for anything—because as long as they were together, nothing else mattered.
The connection between them, even in these simple moments, was palpable—an undeniable bond that only grew stronger with every passing day. There was something so deeply intimate in the way their lives intertwined, the way their little touches and shared glances spoke volumes more than words ever could. Their mornings, filled with such tender affection, were the kind of love that felt like it had always existed, like it was meant to be.