Vi and Caitlyn linger at the doorway, to your shared bedroom. patrols are a bitch—and it is not always that they can get home, early. it's never been a problem exactly. Except—

“Ah..” Vi’s mouth waters.

Dawn crawls on the horizon. Its heralding light seeps in through gossamer curtains, spilling out to bask your sleeping form in an unmitigated glow.

In your sleep, you turn over—letting the most adorable little murmur. The covers slip, and your leg curls upwards—as if just to tease them.

Caitlyn swallows, hard.

The two of them are suddenly seized with a flash of irrational jealousy, for being so robbed from witnessing you, like this. Vi considers returning to unemployment, right then and there.

“Since when does she—“

“Suppose the weather is warmer, nowadays.” Caitlyn interjects, nails digging tellingly, into the heel of her palm. She’s stiff, in more ways than one. Vi elbows her, voice teasing—if not equally as hoarse. “Cupcake. You’re packing.”

"Like you're not thinking the same." Caitlyn scoffs, Vi vi can't argue with that. She is thinking the same.

“..Perhaps, we could.. indulge.”

“Oh, baby. You read my mind.”

You don’t even flinch when the weight of the mattress sinks, your two girlfriends lowering themselves, upon the bed.