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come morning light ++hylan

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The idea of Dylan leaving her bed made Harper pout. Shaking her head, the Cheerio’s eyes closed as the Skank pressed kisses along her cheek. “No, I want you to stay.” She mumbled, relived that she didn’t have Cheerios practice this morning. “I want you to stay.” Harper repeated with a whispered, reopening her eyes before pressing another kiss to the beautiful girl’s lips. “Maybe… Maybe we could spend the day together? No school. Just. You and me?”

Dylan’s eyebrow quirked, a soft smile on her lips as she reached up, biting at her lip and wishing she could keep the taste of Harper’s on them forever. “Look at that.” She said softly, teasing all but falling flat at the warmth in her voice. “Already a bad influence on you.” After a month of running away from the girl and the memories of their rushed night together flashing like a broken bulb, it was so nice to lay with the girl, even just talking. But pressing her lips to Harper’s was so much more satisfying than her day dreams could even compare too. She glanced at the door. “Don’t your parents check?” She didn’t really have anything at home keeping her from leaving or staying, but from what she’d picked up from Leila and Harper, they seemed a little more protective.

come morning light ++hylan

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Stirring from her sleep by the sound of name being called softly, Harper opened her eyes and looked around her room. With the sounds of her family getting on with their morning filtering into her room, the Cheerio found herself relaxing when she remembered Dylan had her wrapped up in her arms. Sighing contently, she smiled softly before letting out a quiet hum. “I’m awake.” Harper whispered, turning her head slightly in order to lock eyes with the Skank. “I’m awake.” She repeated, leaning upwards to press a kiss to the brunette’s lips. “Morning.”

It felt so domestic, with her simple kiss, waking up fully clothed and just holding each other above the blankets. Her nose brushed Harper’s gently, lingering close even after the girl pulled back. “Morning, love.” She said gently, wondering just how long they could stay like this with. Glancing up, she looked around for a clock, finding one on the side table. 7:00. They didn’t have to be at school until 8 — well, Harper didn’t. Dylan rarely came in on time. “Do you want me to go so you can get ready?” She asked softly, leaning to press soft kisses along the girl’s cheek, almost willing her to say no, her lips brushing against the girl’s neck.

come morning light ++hylan

A few things had ran through Dylan’s mind when she woke up. One, being, she was warm. So, utterly warm, even though her open window usually left the tips of her body frosted, but now there wasn’t a spot on her that was even the slightest bit cold. Two, her arms were especially warm, and tightly holding something soft against her, her legs tangled, her nose tickled. And three? She knew she wasn’t home, because everything smelled like coconut. In her sleepiness, she decided to simply curl closer to the warmth, fingers splaying over something firm, but still soft and shifting underneath her hand.

Mumbling slightly to herself, her eyes pressed open at the sound of shuffling. A lot of shuffling. People moving in and out of the room next to her, loud music that seemed to have a few different origins. And a soft sigh.

When her eyes fluttered open, she only saw brown. Brown, curly hair. Twitching her nose, she shifted back slowly, letting her eyes move down to see the tiny girl pressed up against her, her hand resting on her abdomen, seemingly innocently from all she could tell, but still there, with Harper’s small hand on her wrist. The girl didn’t seem to be awake yet, and Dylan let herself look for a few moments, even thought the loud noises outside were becoming louder and louder. Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to Harper’s cheek, letting herself linger, feeling peaceful for the first morning in a while. “Harper.” She whispered, rubbing soft circles. “You gotta wake up.”

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texts ➟ lil lopez

lily: I know. Happy birthday, bitch.

lily: I'm also thinking we should do something Friday night. Have a few drinks and smoke?

dylan: I'm down as fuck. I'll bring booze if you bring bud?

#{ int: lily }

F2F → Harper & Dylan

#{ i don't have a better gif lol }#{ int: harper }

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Harper smiled softly as she realized what Dylan was doing. Biting down on her bottom lip, the brunette snuggled into the Skank’s side; wrapping her arms around Dylan’s waist as her head laid gently on her chest. Harper hadn’t just cuddled in a very long time. There was no pressure to act a certain way except for herself which was a feeling only Dylan and Izzy ever seemed to pull from her. “I like this.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to her exposed collarbone.

This was usually the sign for Dylan to run, and in hindsight, there had been many, many more. But it’d already been well established that this was different. That no matter the twitches in her resolve, or the tensions at McKinley. This is what Dylan wanted, Harper curled up in her arms on a night like this. Maybe more, but nothing less. Sneaking out the window at dawn wasn’t as nice, but Dylan reminded herself to invite Harper over to her ghost town of a house — but that could wait. The silence, the knowledge of 5 other people in the house boosted Dylan’s self control. If only a little. Her face nuzzled in Harper’s hair, her eyes closing as she wrapped her arms around the other girl, fingers brushing along her back. “I like it too.” She replied, softly, a mix of Harper’s shampoo and perfume making her remember their night together- how her clothes and fingertips seemed to betray her the rest of the night, the lingering smell making her want to push everything away. And now all she wanted was closer.

One of her hands slipped into Harper’s hair, rubbing soft circles on her scalp, feeling her own heart rate slow in the quiet.

texts ➟ lil lopez

dylan: babe, i love you.

#{ int: lily }

Happy birthday Dylan,

Thanks for putting up with my crazy. I'm not sure I would have lasted this long without you. Enjoy your day.

Love Lily xx

To my Princess of the Night,

I could never be afraid of you. Happy birthday.

Harper xx

F2F → Harper & Dylan

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Harper nodded her head before smiling shyly. “Anything you want.” She whispered honestly. Dylan could pretty much ask the Cheerio to run away with her and Harper would probably agree.

Dylan let out a soft laugh at her response, carefully letting go of her cheek. “That’s a little dangerous, don’t you think?” She mumbled, before crawling up the bed, feeling the mattress give way under her palms as she pressed down on the side opposite of Harper, letting out a breath as she laid down on her side, fingers almost twitching for the other girl as she opened up her arms as an invitation, only feeling a little hesitant, the fear of rejection a tapping rather than an alarm bell after months of just talking.

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F2F → Harper & Dylan

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Harper noted the reaction that graced Dylan’s face and it made her heart skip a beat. After months of dancing around one another, they were finally getting somewhere. They were finally being honest. Baby steps, but still, it was better than nothing. “I don’t want anyone to touch me.” The brunette admitted lowly, looking up at the Skank through her lashes. “Just you.” She smiled confidently.

Pausing for a moment, she closed her eyes as Dylan’s fingertips brushed against her cheek. “We should probably stop talking about what you want to be doing to me… I’m afraid if I ask, I might not be able to stick to the whole “only talking” rule.”

Her fingers stayed, stopping the pattern of a touch, a brush, then curling into herself. Instead, her thumb brushed over the line of Harper’s high cheek bone, wanting to touch her, wanting to feel that sunshine against her fingertips. “Smart girl,” She murmured, noticing just how long Harper’s eye lashes were, how peaceful she looked with her eyes closed.

Dylan bit at her lip, feeling her thumb draw soft circles. “Could we try something? Not sex. Just. Something that I think would help us not break the rule.” Something Dylan couldn’t stop thinking of.

F2F → Harper & Dylan

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Harper raised an eyebrow slightly. “Maybe… But you can’t tell me you would be happy at the idea of me becoming friendly with somebody else, now would you?” She asked lowly, hoping for some type of declaration.

The response made her stumble slightly, and it showed. It wasn’t as if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind, it wasn’t as if her slight dislike for the Porter girl hadn’t piled on as she saw her and Harper at school together. Dylan’s clique- her entire identity had kept her from that. And the thought of Harper with Finn, or the jocks, or even just some random girl seemed to press into the parts of Dylan that she’d thought were blocked off.

“No.” She replied softly, reaching out again, her fingers brushing through dark locks, feeling them tangle around her fingers. “Can’t say that wouldn’t make me..” Dylan leaned in closer, wanting to see the girl, shifting her body to close the space between them. “A little crazy. A little, shaken. Seeing people’s hands on you that aren’t mine.” Pale fingers brushed over Harper’s cheek. “Doing anything that I should be doing.” Her voice was low and velvety, eyes flickering over Harper’s features.

F2F → Harper & Dylan

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Harper let out a soft laugh before shaking her head. “I’m not afraid of you. Never could be.” She replied softly. “I like that idea though. You being my Princess of the Night. Just mine.”

There was just something fun about teasing Harper, the innocent girl that she usually steered clear of just made her want to hear every variation of her laughs, see each and everyone of her smiles. “A little possessive, Berry?” She asked, as gently as she could without losing the teasing tone.