Thread: A Place to Hang your Hat [AnnaBeth and Sigr]

Excited by the idea, Beth had a hard time waiting until Alba was in bed and almost forgot to set out a small flashlight from the drawer in the night stand, putting it beside Alba's gun and badge. She didn't touch either one of them, knowing better, but gave them a glance all the same. It was a reminder that Alba had a job, an important job, and she would be leaving but in the moment Beth was able to dismiss the possibility and continue to pretend that it was like a real slumber party. Protected by her child like enthusiasm, Beth was still smiling as she went to the wall and turned off the gas light. The mantle continued to glow for a few seconds and it was her room so she had no difficulty making it to the bed. I put the flashlight right by your badge, she said since Alba was facing the wall. No moon tonight so it's going to be dark if you wake up and need to go to the bathroom. Can't just flick a switch, city girl, she teased and pulled back the blanket and sheet to slip in beside Alba. The older woman had elected to be the little spoon though Beth didn't realize it may have been for the sake of decency, or maybe she just always slept on her side that way. Sorry, she said as she got in and squeezed up to Alba, a few moments of shifting and arranging meant that her hips, her knees, even her breasts pushed unexpectedly into the shorter woman as Beth got arranged just right. I need to shift up a little bit, she said and reached across Alba to brace herself. By accident her hand ran across Alba's breasts, just for a moment, but there was no mistaking what she'd touched. In the dark Beth blushed as bright as her hair and she made an awkward noise in her throat but didn't say anything, just moved on quickly. Eventually she found the right arrangement, her body just enough taller than Alba's that they nestled together neatly and she was able to tuck her head over the top of Alba's, well almost, she lowered her chin and it left her forehead resting on the back of Alba's but she had so much hair it was softer than a pillow and smelled wonderful. Alba smelled wonderful, even after a day of riding and stress, so different than from how the men smelled after a day of work and Beth breathed in deeply. Is this okay? she asked and her arm came across Alba's side until Beth's palm lay flat just at the top of Alba's tummy, and just below her breasts. Beth's own pressed into Alba's back and her lap cradled Alba's bottom. She shifted again, and her hand pulled Alba closer. To Beth it felt so perfect, so wonderful, better than hugging a pillow on the days she needed it. She hadn't slept with another person in, well, forever. Not since she was a tiny girl and used to sneak into Grandaddy's bed before he broke her of the habit. I know it's cramped but it feels really nice, she said, a yawn making her words slur a little bit. Sorry. When I lay down it's like I get all tuckered out at once. Alba was warm, warm and soft and it just felt so good to be holding her, to snuggle with her. In the dark Beth had no problem with the smile that was on her face, or in nuzzling her nose deeper into Alba's hair. It was just like she'd imagined it would be and if it was just the two of them and not a whole passel of girls having a sleepover, so what? Maybe they were just two besties and this is what besties did, right? Still high on the feeling, Beth tilted her head up a little bit and kissed the back of Alba's head, not saying anything, and her arm drew her and Alba closer together.