Waking Up Post Makeup

“Mmm,” Sabrina groaned, and you could hear the uncomfortable smile on her face as she stretched her body next to yours.

“Good morning,” you said softly, rolling a bit to scoop your arm around her and hug her to you.

“Morning, baby,” she mumbled, hugging you back as best she could. “You know, I didn’t like last night, but the makeup sex was pretty good. We probably could have gotten back into bed though.”

“True,” you sighed and kissed the side of her head. The two of you were tangled up in the blanket that you had pulled down from the bed, and you had fallen asleep on the floor. The sex between the two of you hadn’t been one of your big, zealous fuckings with lots of kinky moments. Considering how the two of you usually were, it had been almost vanilla by comparison. But it had been good, and important, and you’d felt reconnected by the end as well as exhausted. “Can I say something that might be contentious?”

“How contentious are we talking?” Sabrina asked.

“...Medium?”

“If you’re willing to risk a hot take getting a hot response.”

“I like the way we fight,” you said.

“That’s definitely not where I thought you were going,” Sabrina said. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that even when we were fighting, we got our sides out and didn’t shout or scream or make a huge scene. And we were still able to be together while we were stewing on things. Sure, it wasn’t fun, but sitting with you for the night and knowing that we were both in a not-good place but that we weren’t trying to punish each other or escape each other… It makes me think of what the future will be like. And if that’s how we fight, then I think we’re going to be more than OK.”

She sighed, snuggling a little deeper into your chest. “You say that now,” she said. “But just wait until you have a fight with Gemma.”

“I’m more worried about when you and her have a fight,” you smirked a little.

“Won’t happen,” Sabrina said. “We’re on the same girlfriend wavelength.”

“You know it will,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” she sighed. Then she raised her face to look at you. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” She puckered her lips, asking for a kiss, and you gave it to her. “Now we need to get moving. Take me to the shower, baby. I think I want to pamper and be pampered.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said with a smile.

The two of you ended up needing to take an Uber instead of the bus because of your time in the shower, but by the end of it, you were both feeling invigorated for the day. You hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Mosche, but that wasn’t unusual in the morning. Part of you hoped that he would take Sabrina’s grilling to heart and actually do something about his crash-and-burning relationship with Tasha, but another part of you expected that this might go on longer than was healthy and Tasha would need to be the one to end things. Based on how Mosche would be acting, you had a feeling he would end up being heartbroken and maybe blame her rather than accepting his own issues.

You entered the court building and found Gemma and Eric already there, and Eric had bought the coffees that morning for the four of you. Gemma gave you and Sabrina a knowing look when she saw your hair was still a little wet, and you gave her a little smirk and a chuckle as you pulled her in for a good morning peck on the lips.

Garrison and his associate team arrived shortly after, and you all headed in together and up to Court Six. The judge started things promptly on time, got the session started, and Garrison called his next witness.

Eric was bobbing his head, trying to stay awake, two hours in. Sabrina was tapping her foot in an uneven rhythm, trying to do the same, while you had cracked your knuckles a half dozen times and were sitting on the edge of your chair. You felt like all that energy you’d had was getting sucked out of you by the stuffy room and the slow, methodical way that Garrison was outlining his case.

Gemma was the only one of you not struggling with energy, and you had a feeling she’d had a good night’s sleep compared to the rest of you.

At 11:00 AM the judge called a brief recess, just ten minutes, and the four of you quickly left the courtroom and stretched as you were trying to wake your bodies up again. Garrison and one of his associates came out as well, heading for the washrooms.

Eric decided to hit the snack machines again, which left you with your girlfriends.

“OK,” Gemma said. “You both sounded really cryptic in your goodnight texts. What happened last night?”

Sabrina shot you a ‘Told you so’ sort of look, then took Gemma’s hand and led her a little deeper into the building until you found a niche inset from the wall with a ‘Staff Only’ door within it. Using that to shelter yourselves a little from the passersby, Sabrina gave Gemma a quick rundown of what had happened at your apartment.

Gemma, for her part, gave you a series of unimpressed and frustrated looks but wasn’t as peeved at you.

“I’m sorry for not telling you too, baby,” you said, taking her hand and squeezing it. “And I hope you know I wouldn’t actively think to encourage someone to cheat. I’m sorry for setting myself up in that position.”

“Oh, John,” she sighed. Then she pulled you into a hug and kissed your cheek. “I get where you were coming from, and I don’t blame you. I was pretty shocked about Tasha too until we heard her side of things.”

Sabrina tutted.

“What?” Gemma asked, pulling back from me.

“I was just thinking that if you’d been more mad at him, you would have gotten some makeup sex too,” Sabrina smirked.

That had Gemma rolling her eyes and snorting, and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little and pull your brunette girlfriend into your arms for a hug as well.

“Still, just to be clear,” Gemma said once the three of you were standing close together again. “If either of you were to actually cheat, or be OK with someone cheating, I won’t stand for it. I’ll be done. Understand?”

“Understood,” you said. “And it will never happen.”

“I understand absolutely,” Sabrina nodded. “But, and this is just a hypothetical, what if one of us becomes a divorce lawyer? Does that count as ‘being OK with it’ if we represent a cheater?”

Gemma smirked a little. “Only if you sing their praises and make excuses for them,” she said. “We’re going to be lawyers, baby. We aren’t who we represent.”

“In that case, are we still super excited to be in court for the week?” you asked.

They both gave you looks that said they were seriously reconsidering their position on thinking this whole week was a reward.

“Great, we’re all in alignment,” you said. “Let’s head back.”

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