Laura was up before me. I could hear movement in the kitchen and smell things. I stretched, snuggling under the covers more, pulling them around me.
"Oh shit." The headache crashed down on me all at once. It split open my head and filled it with barbwire. Then I remembered everything about last night. I thought I would be more worried, but I found myself smiling.
Laura was humming something in the kitchen and I got butterflies listening to her. Originally, this had just been mere attraction mixed with alcohol and curiosity. Now I didn't understand why I wasn't more concerned about what had happened. This wasn't me at all.
Hearing the door open; I peeked up over the covers, her smile met me. She was dressed in a long t-shirt with 'Peru' in big black letters printed on the front.
"Good morning sleepy head." She set down a tray with coffee and croissants on it "hungover?"
"Oh god yes!"
Giggling, she replied, "Me too, so I brought coffee and..." she picked up a packed of Cuprofen and threw them at me, "Something a little extra."
"Thank you so much Laura." Sitting up, I became aware I was actually naked. I lifted the duvet up with me to cover myself.
She noticed, "Oh please. Don't be like that, are you forgetting last night?" With that, she crawled over to me and kissed me.
"No, I'm just a little more self-conscious than I was last night." I said against her lips.
"Don't be, you're beautiful. I've never done that with a girl before and I never wanted to."
"Me neither. It's weird right?"
She sat back, legs crossed and picked up a mug. She shrugged, "Not really if you think about it. I mean, if you find a face attractive then you find a face attractive. People don't have to be gay or bi to understand same sex beauty. And love doesn't have to be constrained by anything."
I choked on my own coffee, "...Love?"
"I wasn't talking about us. Just love in general." I noticed her cheeks were pink, "I like you. More than I like girls usually. So, why shouldn't we be allowed to have one person who is the exception to the rule? You are a girl, sure, but you are also a person."
"You're the exception to my sexual orientation."
We sat in silence facing each other for a while, drinking our coffee and nibbling at the croissants.
"You should probably have a shower." She looked at where my thigh was underneath the duvet.
I looked down too, "You're right. I can't have crusty cum on my thigh on the train home."
We laughed. Then Laura said, "I should too."
Taking a Cuprofen I asked, "Where is your shower?"
She pointed to a door I hadn't noticed off her bedroom, "In there. You can use any or all the towels you want, they're all clean. Don't lock the door though, it normally doesn't unlock when you want to get out." Her eyes looked at me over the rim of her cup.
"You don't want me locking the door when I have a shower? Are you sure it's because I could get locked in?" I questioned her, grinning.