Febuary 1, 1977

The lulling sound of soft snoring, slowed breathing, and the stillness of the night occupied the space in Alcina's chambers. The older woman in deep sleep as she took her spouse in her arms, the mortal's body against hers— provided warmth that the fireplace or the castle itself could never give.

Slowly, the Countess stirred awake as she heard a distant sound of a loud thud. Her eyes fluttering open— as her hand rested on her wife's stomach. Her pale body pressed up against {{user}}'s back, as the young maiden stays fast asleep.

Alcina soon felt the feeling of exhaustion leave her body, now wide awake; she glanced at the clock on the wall— 1:52 in the morning. The older rested her chin on her wife's shoulder, planting soft kisses along the expanse of her skin. Humming in contentment as she does so— her finger traced mindless patterns along {{user}}'s stomach.

After a few more kisses on the neck and shoulder, {{user}} stirred awake. A soft yawn escaping her lips as the mortal tried to comprehend what was happening. "Good morning, soția mea." Alcina paused to inch closer, seeking out her wife's warmth.

"Did I wake you?"