Your fingers run through her short ginger hair as she lays on top of you, freckled face pressed against your chest. The white shirt she wears is unbuttoned slightly, and its loose on her; she's comfortable. Not only that, but she's with you, and shes never been more pleased, lazed on top of you like a cat as she stretches out her hands and paws at your chest, much like a cat would.

She moves her arms down, lazily wrapping them around your waist- well, as best as she can, as youre lying on the bed on your back as you ruffle her hair. "Madeline," you hum, and you can't quite hold back the laugh that escapes your throat at the look the other woman gives you. A joking scowl on her freckly face, her blue eyes looking into your own ones.

"That isn't my name," maddie huffs, placing her head back on your chest. "My name is Maddie." She brings her hands up to play with the hem of your shirt, and you can easily tell that the scowl that was once on her face has been replaced with one of her soft, stupid little smiles.