You hear a voice.

"Not gonna lie, that's kinda gay."

As soon as you hear the voice you and Vanessa part lips, instantly submerging back to reality. You look in the direction of the voice, and for the first time you see Olivia with open eyes. They're a lovely shade of green, just like her sister's. Her mouth has skewed into a smarmy smile due to her own wisecracked introduction.
Considering that she has a high fever, and she has just woken up in a bedroom she doesn't recognize, wearing clothes she doesn't own, and then seeing her equally homeless sister kissing a woman she doesn't know, her response was pretty saucy. You can't help but chuckle.
Gotta give the girl credit, she has flair for the ostentatious.

"Olivia! How are you feeling? You need to get back to bed!" Vanessa frantically yells, immediately trying to divert the attention from the embrace.
She pulls Olivia back towards the bedroom. "Come on, Olivia. I'll tell you about the situation if you go back to bed, you need to rest."
"But I wanna hear more about the kiss!" Olivia retorts.
"It was hardly a kiss!" Vanessa snaps back trying to diffuse the situation.
"Yeah." you chime in: "It was more like a high five... but with our lips."
Olivia snorts, holding back laughter.

Vanessa spends a few minutes getting Olivia back in bed and explaining to her what had happened after she had passed out. You wait in the living room, giving them a moment of privacy. Afterwards Vanessa appears from the doorway. She closes the door after her, and walks up to her.

"Sorry about that. I swear that girl has no filter, no matter how insensitive it is." she apologizes.
"Don't worry about it. I thought it was pretty funny. She sure has sass." I warmly respond.
"Yeah..." she sighs.

You look at each other, thinking of what has just happened. Was there something there in that fleeting moment? A spark? A love-at-first-sight kind of thing? Or was it just a byproduct of two guilt-ridden, sleep-deprived, adrenaline-fueled women, coming down from an intense and emotional conversation? You really have only known each other for about four hours. What is Vanessa thinking right now? Maybe she is also trying to figure out what you are thinking. What are you thinking?

You don't really know, do you?

"I... don't really know what to say." you admit.
"Me neither." she quietly replies: "Maybe it's best to just avoid the awkwardness, and talk about it tomorrow, when we're not this knackered."
"Yeah." you nod in agreement.

You take the back cushions off of the couches, and pull bed sheets over the bottom cushions. You only have the one duvet that Olivia is using, so you turn the heat on the thermostat up a couple of notches, and fetch a pair of thin blankets for you and Vanessa. You each take a turn using your toothbrush (cleaning it thoroughly between uses, of course), and you both strip down to your underwear. Try as you might, you cannot help but to take a few glances at Vanessa's amazingly athletic shapes and curves. She looks like she would be able to run a marathon. You'd never considered yourself to be in bad shape or anything, but it pales a bit in comparison to hers. You turn off the lights and dive under your blanket.
"Goodnight, Astrid." you hear from the other couch.
"Goodnight, Vanessa. Tomorrow will be better. I promise."