Carriage House Room 10, Friday evening (for ME)

[niceborders]

Ivanova was . . . asleep. She had fully intended to do something after class like go out for a drink, or a ride, but she had succumbed to five minutes of 'just close my eyes' that had turned into a full-blown, drool-on-the-pillow nap.

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[faithfulchosen]

Faith stood in the doorway, smiling at the sleeping form of Ivanova. She slid quietly into the room, and sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing a stray strand of hair off Ivanova's forehead, and behind her ear.

[niceborders]

With a most unladylike kind of snort, Ivanova turned her head, nuzzling into Faith's fingers without quite waking up.

[faithfulchosen]

Faith grinned goofily at Ivanova's sleeping form, and stroked the backs of her fingers across Ivanova's cheek. "God, you're so beautiful."

[niceborders]

Ivanova yawned, stirring a little. She mumbled something about carpet and nuzzled in again.