The first thing Marti thought as she woke was she couldn't feel Savannah in her arms anymore. So before she'd even opened her eyes she was filled with terror and pain which jolted her up in bed worse than any nightmare had done previously. As with those nightmares she frantically looked around, but instead of looking for ghosts or monsters or geography teachers Marti was just really looking for a petite brunette, an overwhelming feeling of relief filling her when she saw Savannah kneeling by their window.
Sometimes Marti had to remind herself Savannah was more than just the stereotype she could seem on the surface. Now was one of those times as the first thing Marti saw when she woke up was the brunette kneeling with her hands clasped together as she looked up to the heavens. It was so... cute.
Marti smiled warmly at the thought, which was the sight that greeted Savannah as she turned to look at her.
They stared at each other briefly and then Savannah murmured, "Hey..."
"Hey..." Marti responded.
Then there was more staring, the two cheerleaders falling into this long awkward silence, during which Marti noticed a tray which had a glass of orange juice on it along with some bacon and toast.
Particularly the bacon was making Marti's stomach rumble, and while she didn't want to be presumptuous she couldn't help but eventually ask, "Is... is that for me?"
"Huh? Oh right, yes." Savannah stammered, quickly getting up, grabbing the tray and offering it to Marti, "I thought, well... here..."
Marti smiled. Of course Savannah would know exactly when she would be likely to wake up. However sensing this wasn't the time to tease the brunette about her attention to detail, or anything really, the blonde simply murmured, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Savannah said, handing the tray to Marti once she had moved so she was sitting at the edge of the bed.
Marti ate in silence for a few long moments before asking, "Would you like some?"
"No thank you, I've eaten." Savannah said.
"I thought you might." Marti murmured.
More awkward silence.
"So, what were you praying about?" Marti asked.
Savannah bit her lip and unconvincingly murmured, "Nothing. I mean, not nothing, just... the usual."
Marti frowned at her for a few moments but to Savannah's relief accepted that answer. Not that it made her feel any less guilty.
Then again how could she tell Marti that she had prayed for forgiveness for what they had done last night? How could she tell Marti that part of her felt ashamed for engaging in such sinful activity? That part of her feared she was now eternally damned for giving in to the sins of the flesh and that no matter how much she prayed it wouldn't save her?
Of course last night had been one of the only times in her entire life Savannah Monroe had ever been truly happy. Being in Marti's arms, kissing the other girl, giving into those forbidden desires had felt so good. So right. And not just sexually, but spiritually. Like her prayers for love had been answered, only not in the way she'd imagined.
When she had woken up Savannah had been so happy. Yesterday she had immediately freaked out, but today she'd been able to lay in Marti's arms without a care in the world for a few extra minutes before getting up. Then very slowly her doubts and fears had returned full force, her mother's voice screaming in her head that she was a disgusting freak, a sexual deviant, a sinner who needed to repent. Those voices had gotten to her during her morning shower and Savannah had broken down, desperately praying for salvation as she wept.
In the hours that followed Savannah stumbled her way through her morning routine, her mind a raging battlefield with the only thing able to soothe it being the sight of the sleeping blonde. Of course Savannah didn't want Marti to wake up to find her staring at her like some kind of stalker so she began praying for guidance by the window, gently restricting her looks over to the beautiful blonde to glances every other minute.
"Savannah..."
Marti's voice awoke Savannah from her thoughts, the brunette briefly noticing the blonde had finished her meal and placed the tray to one side before answering, "Yeah?"
"Would you... erm..." Marti blushed. She could do this. She needed to do this, "Maybe, later... like to... you know... do something?"
A little spark of excitement ran through Savannah's body as she realised what Marti was getting at, "You... you mean like... a date?"
There was a brief pause and then Marti said, "We don't have to call it that, if you don't want too."
Savannah smiled softly, "What would we call it?"
"I don't know." Marti admitted, "Just, hanging out I guess."
Again Savannah smiled and then thought about it for a moment. Of course there were like a thousand voices screaming in her head to say no, but she had already committed to a week of 'evil debauchery' so there was no sense in backing out now.
After taking a deep breath Savannah stammered, "I... I, I guess we could... hang out."
Marti smiled, "Ok then... if, if you give me a minute, I'll walk you to your first class, ok?"
"Ok." Savannah said, smiling as she found herself adding, "Will... will you carry my books?"
Marti smiled as she got up. It was great to see Savannah trying to make a joke, even if it was bad, as at least it seemed a step in the right direction.
Deciding to go with it Marti beamed, "Sure, and I'll open doors for you."
Savannah smiled, although it faded when Marti softly kissed her cheek.
Marti noticed this, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah." Savannah answered unconvincingly, before adding, "It's just... this is going to take some getting used too."
Nodding softly Marti murmured, "I'm sorry. This is all really new to me and... if I ever do something you don't like just tell me and-"
