Oakley opened her dark brown eyes to sunlight grazing her face. The window in the bedroom was opened, with curtains tied to the sides and resting on the frame. It was oddly quiet, normally a robin would have started singing a bit ago. Something felt off. The woman could feel it in her bones. She did not feel the familiar weight of her girlfriend beside her in the bed.
Oak felt as if she were drowning in the thick blankets, sheets, and comforters. She wanted to drift back into the sea of sleep, but alas, she rose to try and find her absent girlfriend. Oakley wore a thin gown that went to her mid thigh, coloured a pale yellow. This was a comfortable outfit and she felt lazy today, so she did not change into proper clothes.
Soon enough a small ponytail was in her bright hair and her round glasses rested on her nose. This meant she was ready for whatever the day demanded. As she put on her slippers, a familiar scent came to her nose. Something... Burnt..
Maybe she wasn't ready for this.
She opened the door from the bedroom and entered the lounge and living room. The smell of burning was much more pronounced now. A pit had started to grow in her stomach. As Oak had gotten closer and closer to the kitchen it became obvious where the smell had come from.
Oakley put two and two together. Her girlfriend was not beside her when she woke up, and something was burning in the kitchen; Erin had tried to cook something.
This was not good for a multitude of reasons.
Oakley peeked her head into the kitchen to find Erin hissing in pain. The blonde was hunched over the stove top, a pan on the top of the burner with an egg inside. Atleast.. It had used to be an egg..
"Ooh.. Miene Libelle... Are you alright?" The tanned woman asked. Erin jumped back, a lovely shade of pink on her face. "I.. Yes. I'm alright, love. I just attempted to.. " her voice had drifted into silence.
"Cook..?" Oakley asked, a small smile on her face. She found this charming, how Erin had tried to do something nice. But she had certainly not done the greatest of jobs.
"I can tell you aren't okay Erin." Oakley whispered. It felt like if she spoke too loud it would shatter the woman in front of her. Erin sighed softly as she outstretched her pale, slender hand.
Oakley examined it gently. The burn wasn't severe. "Put it under the sink faucet my love. We need to cool it down," she said, moving to start the sink up with cool water. Erin placed the burn under the water. She flinched as the cool water covered the burn in seconds. After a moment the burn felt a bit better. It still stung but atleast it didn't feel as if she was on fire.
"Now we need to wrap it so it doesn't get hurt again," Oakley stated, "Could you grab the medical supplies amor?" Erin moved to grab the medical supplies from the cabinet as Oakley moved to dispose of the egg in the pan. The shorter woman scraped the charred poultry from the scratched up copper-coloured pan.
After several minutes of scraping it, Oakley gently set the pan into the sink. “Miene Libelle, have you already patched yourself up, or do you want assistance?” she questioned, getting a different pan out from the rack of newly washed dishes that were drying. “I would like some assistance. with finishing the wrap, that is..” Erin said, alot less stressed than before.
The red-haired woman moved closer to Erin, gingerly grabbing her forearm. The tenseness in the blonde’s muscles seemed to dissipate as soon as Oakley touched her. Oakley gently finished the wrap, making sure it was snug but not too tight.
"Okay. Would you like to try again, love?" The red-head asked. The taller woman pulled away, looking out the window that was above the sink. She did not respond.
"You baffle me. It seems to be in your nature to never give up.. to persevere. I do not think I will ever understand how your brain works. Yet I am okay with that. I do not need to understand you to love you. Yes. We can try again." Erin said, leaning on her hands with her elbows on the counter.
Oakley never really knew how to respond when Erin would say such things. Of course she appreciated Erin's words. But did she fully understand? Not in a million years. But that was something she could live with.
The two started to move about the kitchen, getting ready to make a new dish for breakfast. Erin started to make the batter. That was something she could do without assistance.
Oakley just watched for a moment. The universd was so big. But the world felt so small, all because a goddess stood in front of Oak, in all her glory. Pale skin with long, silky, platinum hair. Soft plumed wings and a deer-like face.
Did the universe even hold anything more than this? Oakley did not care. She was happy with the winged woman in front of her. And as a good devout woman, it was in Oakley's nature to worship her.
The batter was done and it was time to cook the crepes. Erin backed away, standing to the side of Oakley. "I have done all I can, Amor," she said softly, hands intertwined in front of her.
"That isn't true. I'll help you cook. I will make sure you won't get hurt, Miene Libelle." Oakley said, grabbing a spatula. Erin shifted away, still discouraged as the pain in her hand still pulsed like an extra heart beat.
"But I understand if you do not want to." Oakley added, moving to gently grab the woman's face. Calloused hands met soft skin as the two lovers made eye contact. "You are not obligated to. It hurts when you fail the first time. Sometimes it is physical, and sometimes it is mental. And the hurt takes time to heal. And that is okay. I will be here when you are ready, if at all."
Erin seemed to pause for a moment. Pale eyes met dark brown again. Then, the gap between them had closed. Their bodies seemed to meld together as one for a short moment with closed eyes and small smiles. Oakley was slowly pushed to the counter top as Erin slowly trailed away from her mouth.
"I will wait forever for you." Oakley breathed out. Erin rested her head on the red-head's bare shoulder. "You will not need to. I believe I am ready."
The shorter woman let out a hum of agreement, but the two did not move from the spot they were in. Erin moved again, trailing kisses up and down Oakley's neck. Soft giggles came from the red-head.
Slender hands moved to Oak's hips as strong arms slung themselves over Erin's thin shoulders. Oakley closed the gap again. The two moved again, with Erin against the counter top this time.
Oakley felt as if this was her own personal heaven, with a paradise and goddess included. What did she do to deserve such a woman in front of her? She was like a poison that Oakley kept taking over and over. She was intoxicating.
But Oakley did not mind.
The two had settled down and begun to cook again. Erin stood behind Oak, being guided along. The shorter woman oiled the pan with sunflower and olive oil so the crepes would not stick. Erin flinched as oil popped in the pan.
Oakley didn't pay any mind. She would keep Erin safe. "Okay, you can pour the batter into the pan now." The red-head instructed. Erin moved to grab the batter off of the counter. It was in a small glass bowl that one of Erin's siblings gave as a gift to them.
The batter rolled out of the bowl like a red carpet. The pan hissed as batter covered the bottom. Erin did not flinch.
The two waited as the batter became solid. Erin started to kiss the nape of Oakley's neck, eliciting more giggles. The taller was certainly making it harder to focus.
When Oakley came back to reality she grabbed the spatula again, moving it into Erin's open palm. The taller girl stared at Oak for a moment, a look of anxiety crossing her face.
Oakley just smiled and placed a tanned hand on Erin's hand. Together, they flipped the crepe. It was slightly burnt. Erin huffed, nose scrunching in frustration.
"Meine Libelle, it's okay. We just weren't paying attention. It'll still be good." The shorter declared. Erin huffed quietly, nodding.
The two continued to flip and make crepes. After four or five, Oakley stepped away to add some whipped cream and strawberries to the mostly cooled first ones.
Erin was nervous of course, but Oakley was sure to be positive with the outcome of the crepes, no matter how raw or burnt they were.
After 15 minutes of crepe flipping and filling, the two could properly enjoy the breakfast.
Clattering of plates and utensils filled the house. Sun filtered through the windows onto the two women as they laughed and ate their food that they had worked so hard for.
The universe was so big but the world was so small for them. So small that it could fit in a small cottage, in a woman who looked as if she was blessed by the gods.
And all Oakley could do was worship her.