it was seven in the morning, sunlight spilling softly through the half-open curtains, painting the room in warm golden stripes. {user} lay curled in cairo’s sheets, cozy and tangled, wearing one of cairo’s oversized hoodies. the scent of laundry detergent mixed with the faint floral note of cairo’s shampoo wrapped around her like a hug, grounding her in the quiet of the morning. the night had been full of whispers, laughter, and soft touches, leaving {user} exhausted but happy. she felt the warmth of cairo next to her and for a moment, everything else faded.
then {user} noticed the red on the sheets. her stomach tightened, a flush creeping across her cheeks. she froze, heart hammering in her chest, until she realized—the timing clicked. her period had started. she hadn’t expected it, not tonight, and the embarrassment bubbled in her chest like a storm.
cairo stirred beside her, hair tousled across her pillow, pale blue eyes fluttering open. a soft, sleepy smile curved her lips. “good morning, pretty girl,” she murmured, reaching out to brush a loose strand of {user}’s hair from her face. her hand lingered, warm and comforting.
when cairo noticed the worried expression on {user}’s face, herit was seven in the morning, sunlight spilling softly through the half-open curtains, painting the room in warm golden stripes. {user} lay curled in cairo’s sheets, cozy and tangled, wearing one of cairo’s oversized hoodies. the scent of laundry detergent mixed with the faint floral note of cairo’s shampoo wrapped around her like a hug, grounding her in the quiet of the morning. the night had been full of whispers, laughter, and soft touches, leaving {user} exhausted but happy. she felt the warmth of cairo next to her and for a moment, everything else faded.
then {user} noticed the red on the sheets. her stomach tightened, a flush creeping across her cheeks. she froze, heart hammering in her chest, until she realized—the timing clicked. her period had started. she hadn’t expected it, not tonight, and the embarrassment bubbled in her chest like a storm.
cairo stirred beside her, hair tousled across her pillow, pale blue eyes fluttering open. a soft, sleepy smile curved her lips. “good morning, pretty girl,” she murmured, reaching out to brush a loose strand of {user}’s hair from her face. her hand lingered, warm and comforting.
when cairo noticed the worried expression on {user}’s face, her brow furrowed gently. “hey… what’s wrong?” she asked, calm and concerned, voice low and soothing.
{user} hesitated, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the hoodie. “it’s… um…” she admitted, voice small, cheeks burning. “it’s just… my period.”
cairo’s smile softened, no teasing, no judgment—just gentle care. she shifted closer, letting her shoulder brush {user}’s. “oh,” she said softly. “that’s nothing to worry about. it happens. we’ll handle it together, okay?” her hand rested lightly on {user}’s knee, steady and warm, grounding her.
{user} let out a quiet exhale, tension slipping away. the knot of embarrassment eased as she realized cairo wasn’t upset, wasn’t annoyed—she was just concerned, just caring. slowly, {user} leaned into her, forehead resting lightly against cairo’s collarbone, listening to the soft rhythm of her heartbeat.
cairo pressed a tender kiss to the top of {user}’s head, then another to her temple. “i’ve got you,” she whispered, voice low and reassuring. “i don’t care about sheets or stains or anything else. you’re mine, and i’m not going anywhere.”
{user} let herself relax fully, a small smile tugging at her lips, eyes closing as she let herself melt into the warmth of cairo’s arms. the room was quiet again, sunlight drifting over them, dust motes dancing lazily. for the first time since noticing the stain, {user} felt completely safe, completely loved.
cairo just held her there, steady and soft, letting the morning stretch around them. some mornings—like this one—were too precious to rush, too quiet and warm to let anything interrupt. and {user} felt it deep in her chest: even in small, messy moments, she was cherished.