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

As long as you are trying your best, and I'm certain of that, it's perfectly fine Alba said supportive, as if she could make up for almost two decades of lacking a female figure in her life, and also wanting to show all the support she didn't receive herself. She had been wrong about the university shirt, and Beth, despite of how grown up she could act, was still a girl. If this is the life you like, the life you want, you should chase it with all your might Alba continued to offer the same advice she had given herself years and years ago, even if that meant having to confront her grandfather. Alba made a mental note of discover Beth's birthday, since unless she had messed heavily with directions of her new destination, she should be around the area and wanted to pay her a visit. Alba expected Beth to like her handiwork, hoping that she had done well listening to her, talking to her, but the hug caught her by surprise, hitting her like a truck. At first she was surprised, as the stronger girl squeezed against her body in that needy embrace. Since Beth was still seated after the forehead kiss and Alba stood in front, the tall girl found herself with her head against Alba's soft bosom, while the older woman returned the embrace once the surprise faded. Alba's left hand gently rested on Beth's upper back, occasionally moving in small tender circles, while the right one almost cradled the redhead, softly caressing her hair. In her line of work, she rarely was the bearer of bad news, as she was no normal policeman like the men of her family before her, so she hadn't been hardened nor accustomed to such sudden moments of vulnerability, of openness. Alba's dark eyes shone wet, touched by the girl's show of affection, aware that not only she had touched her life in a meaningful way, but that the girl had also reached her, made her open to talk about things she never did. Alba found herself wanting to know more, to share more, to protect that girl from anything that could happen to her and yet, she also saw herself being guided by Beth in those strange parts. It was something that lasted a fleeting moment, a feeling she couldn't identify, and faded as soon as Beth squeezed her one more time before letting go. Alba blinked the wet away from her eyes while Beth was busy rubbing hers, standing there with a smile, letting the girl laugh and recover. A pleasure she honestly answered when Beth thanked her again with another shorter hug, making Alba strangely want it to last longer. I needed that too Alba admitted, realizing that with the changes on her job and life she had been lacking a shoulder to cry on, as she would never resort to her family for support. The grown woman was about to protest, she wasn't going to let the poor girl sleep on the couch even if she insisted, but it seemed that she had another idea. Something distant, something weak blared in the back of her mind, telling Alba that it wasn't a good idea, that it wasn't appropriate, but it was soon silenced. Even if the girl was underage, they were going to just sleep, they were both girls after all, it was just a friendly sleepover with the twenty eight year old woman feeling youthful by having Beth close. In the end, it was an alliance between Alba's need to sleep with someone after months and months of doing it alone, her eagerness to please Beth's desires and her battered and sore body the ones that ruled out any qualms she may have. It should be, I'm too tired to argue otherwise she conceded with a smile. Alba slipped in the bed, close to the edge, allowing Beth for room to get into it and accommodate herself, hugging or enveloping Alba as needed to allow for both of them to sleep in the same bed. It may end up being a bit odd, but it was a comfort that seemingly both women needed, craved, and Alba was too exhausted, physically and otherwise, to care.