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Chapter 246 – Dreams

[2009 – October]

Seeing the credits of the movie 'Gran Torino' roll in on the flat-screen TV, Jean couldn't help but let out the tiny yawn that had fought hard to escape her lips.

It was no surprise that she felt sleepy though with how comfortable she was.

Her head was resting on Elijah's left arm, her own left hand overlaying with his, their fingers entwined while she held it close to her chest.

At the same time, another more slender arm belonging to Laura was wrapped around her waist, feminine fingers gently stroking her abdomen over the oversized shirt that she was wearing while her own right hand caressed the soft skin on the back of Laura's hand and fingers almost subconsciously.

Her back was pressed against her love's and Laura's side and she could feel their warmth while resting on the leather couch in a slightly curled-up position.

The cozy woolen quilt that was draped over the three of them was just the icing on an already perfect cake.

It hadn't been easy to fit all three of them on the sofa but after removing the leather cushion fitted against the backrest, there was barely enough room for that, which made it feel all the more snug and cuddly.

Jean was even of half the mind to just fall asleep right there and then.

Stretching her legs a bit, she shuffled around a bit under the woolen cover to turn around and snuggle up even closer to Elijah and Laura.

Facing them, Jean saw Laura rest on her love's chest, her clear green eyes half-opened, a serene and content look in them as if there was nothing else in the world that she could hope for in this quiet moment, the quiet dark-haired girl's right hand sitting somewhat intimately on Jean's left hip now.

Strands of dark hair hung in Laura's face as she ever so gently scratched at the thin fabric of Elijah's shirt that Jean was wearing with her long nails. To Jean, it felt like a caress but at the same time, it also felt like an expression of tender desire that left her a bit breathless, a wild mix of emotions blooming in her heart.

She didn't know what it was but the more time that she spent with Laura and the closer they got, the less resistance she felt in herself when it came to the wild-hearted beauty. It was as if her heart's defenses were simply not designed to keep Laura out of it.

She had no idea where this would lead but like a speeding train on rails, she couldn't even entertain the idea of turning around.

Her cheeks faintly reddened, Jean's eyes shifted as she turned her head upward a bit to find the pair of eyes that she loved the most.

Elijah's eyes were half-lidded with the green of his irises nearly glowing with suppressed power, shadows dancing in their depths as his gaze met hers. He looked relaxed and somewhat lazy but also incredibly sexy at the same time with his dark smoldering eyes.

'Bedroom eyes' would be a fitting description but since Jean always thought that Elijah's eyes had this almost magnetic charm to them, she knew that she might not be the most objective judge on that topic.

Her head still resting on her love's arm, Jean felt his hand brush over her shoulder and shoulder blade, his fingers lightly caressing her back as he embraced her.

She saw him part his lips as he suggested, quietly with a rasp in his voice: “Let's go to bed.”

Leaning on her elbow, Jean stretched her neck a bit as she connected their lips in a soft kiss and whispered with sleepy eyes: “Okay.”

Sitting up completely, her gaze turned to Laura, whose eyes carried an unspoken question. Jean smiled softly as she grabbed the dark-haired girl's hand from her lap, entwining their fingers in a rather intimate fashion that served as an answer.

A small and somewhat shy yet happy smile bloomed on Laura's face in response as she sat up while supporting herself against Elijah's chest, looking at Jean with a pair of endearing eyes that made the latter's heart skip a beat.

Standing up, Jean paused for a moment as she wrapped the woolen blanket around herself before taking Laura's hand again and pulling her towards the bedroom.

She also threw a quick look back and saw Elijah switch off the TV and grab the empty bowl that had been filled with crisps, seemingly intending to place it into the dishwasher and put out the lights before following them.

Laura, on the other hand, followed right behind her, her thumb caressing the back of Jean's hand.

Stepping into their bedroom, Jean guided Laura in front of the large wooden closet before opening it and grabbing one of her love's shirts with her free hand. Turning to Laura, their hands still interlaced, she said: “You can change into one of Elijah's shirts.”

Jean knew that it would be uncomfortable for the dark-haired girl if she had to sleep in her sports bra and the hoodie that left her toned belly free, hence her offer.

“Thanks.”, Laura replied with a smile before leaning forward and placing a quick peck on her cheek while grabbing the shirt.

Blushing, Jean froze for a moment and watched while still a bit stunned as the wild-hearted girl placed the shirt on the sideboard next to the closet before she simply shimmied out of her loose sweatpants, showing off her panties in the process as well as her veryperky backside and gorgeous legs.

Jean's cheeks basically went up in flames as she watched Laura strip and she caught herself staring for a few long seconds before hurriedly turning away and climbing into bed.

Still, she couldn't help but throw a glance back while doing so. And as if her brain had short-circuited, Jean's eyelids started to flutter when she saw the rays of moonlight that came through the large windows streak over Laura's nude form, her sensual curves laid completely bare for a few seconds while she fiddled with the shirt in her hands.

But as if sensing her gaze, Laura suddenly turned her head, catching Jean 'red-handed' so to speak, a rosy tint crawling up her own cheeks.

“Jean, you're staring … “, she whispered with unexpected shyness, hiding her bust with the shirt, her soft voice causing Jean's breath to hitch since it was so different from Laura's usual confidence.

Somehow finding her own voice while almost unnatural heat radiated from her cheeks, Jean quickly turned away but managed to reply softly: “I-I didn't mean to, y- … you are just too pretty.”

The last part was barely a whisper and she wasn't sure if Laura had heard it. However, she heard the rustling of fabric and knew that the latter had most likely covered herself again before she also felt a sudden movement on the bed behind her.

And just a moment later, Laura slipped under the woolen cover and the rest of the bedding, her arm snaking around Jean's waist as the wild-hearted girl tentatively spooned her from behind, a quiet whisper reaching her ears: “So are you.”

Feeling the warmth of another but familiar body behind her, Laura's soft chest, hips, and thighs pressing against her, Jean let out a shuddering breath at the intimate embrace before relaxing quickly and slowly reaching out her hand, laying it over Laura's.

Her eyes though were drawn to the door of the bedroom as she sensed Elijah's approach, his mere presence causing her to feel a sense of loving warmth and unquestionable belonging.

Her love came into the bedroom on silent steps and she saw him carrying a small bundle in his hands that was no doubt Arya rolled up in a tiny piece of soft fabric, which he gently placed in the small birdhouse that sat on the drawer opposite of the bed.

Afterward, he did not hesitate to move towards the bed, slipping under the covers on her side and snuggling close.

He reached out and grabbed her around her waist, leaning down and meeting her lips for a loving kiss before he turned on his back and took her with him so that she was lying on top of his chest, which was her absolute favorite position to fall asleep in because she could listen to Elijah's heartbeat while the rising and falling of his chest rocked her to sleep as he embraced her.

Tonight though, it wasn't just the two of them so Jean moved a bit so that she was only partly laying on top of Elijah's chest while reaching out and gently taking Laura's hand in hers, pulling the dark-haired girl close again.

Eventually, they both had their heads resting on her love's chest, the fingers of their hands interlaced with barely an inch separating their noses.

Feeling Elijah's hand gently running over her back and side, Jean finally couldn't stop her eyes from falling shut after a busy day and an evening full of intimate yet heart-skipping moments.

And just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt Laura tenderly rubbing her own nose against hers and whispering: "Sweet dreams, Jean."

Sleepily giving the wild-hearted girl's hand an affectionate squeeze while her nose curled up adorably due to the slightly ticklish sensation, Jean did as told and soon found herself entering the land of dreams.