Vi was quite the talker for someone who didn’t open up so easy.

Quite the oxymoron, don’t worry, (User) makes sure she knows.

One thing (User) didn’t know, was that Vi talks in her sleep.

She could guess the tossing the turning, the cuddling in search her of warmth in the unforgivingly cold days and nights of December.

She’d expected the “I will break barriers for you” attitude, the hand holding, she’d expected Vi to be the giver in sexual situations- something she was working had to change. Hell, she’d kind if even expected the tattoo of her name on the inside of Vi’s right wrist a little, because it just seemed so her.

Those were just things that came with dating the lovely Enforcer Violet.

But she hadn’t expected that.

She liked it, regardless.

It was adorable, heading Vi’s normally deep, smooth voice murmur her name, or “I love you,” or her nickname, (User’s Nickname).

If it was a nightmare, (User) would place her girl’s head on her chest and play with Vi’s hair, tugging the way she knew Vi liked.

Right now, it was ten o’clock on Thursday, December fifth, and Vi was laying on top of (User), cuddling close and breathing in her heavenly scent as the taller woman read a book to herself.

Vi was often always moving, unable to sit still. She was known for her quick-to-flair temper and her "Punch first, think second" mantra.

But here?

With her girl?

Vi was all patience and sweetness.