prompt: femdreil butch4butch drabble? idk if you want any other specifics but maybe set at twilight or golden hour or just late afternoon/early evening
idk how well this follows the prompt bcus truthfully its just about me lamenting that i dont have a butch girlfriend to cuddle with when i get migraines. but still hope u enjoy ❤️
Neil bounces on the balls of her feet as she races up the stairs to her dorm, not willing to waste the precious seconds waiting on the elevator. She was the first one out of the locker room earlier, hopping in the Mas and leaving before she'd have to deal with the others complaints. She slows her pace as she reaches the door, turning the key and opening it as quietly as possible.
"Drew?" she whispers, taking the time to untie her converse rather than shuck them off like normal. No response.
The TV is dark, along with the rest of the common room, even the blinds on Andrew's window have been pulled shut. She makes a beeline for the kitchen, grabbing Andrew's favorite flavor of gatorade and the medicine she knows was left untouched after she left for practice early this morning. She rummages through their candy drawer as well, picking something sufficient for Andrew's tastes.
She moves to their door, bounty in hand, before tapping it lightly to announce her presence. She waits a moment before a grunt sounds through the wood. Taking it as approval for admittance, she opens the door and enters as quietly as she had earlier.
Her eyes go straight to Andrew's bunk, only to blink in surprise as she realizes it's empty. She feels her heart skip a beat when she sees the Andrew sized lump bundled in her own blankets.
Andrew's head pops out of the covers as Neil moves closer, hair a rumpled mess as she squints in the dark room. Neil drops to her knees beside the bed, reaching up an arm and letting it hover by the side of her face.
Only when Andrew moves towards her touch does she let her hand make contact, rubbing her thumb gently underneath Andrew's eye. Andrew sighs and leans into it, jumpstarting Neil's heart in her chest.
"I told K to sleep over with the others tonight," she says quietly. She hadn't actually said that, but hopefully the other girl will view the lack of ride after practice as a hint.
Andrew hums in response, before moving so that Neil's hand finds itself buried in her short locks of hair. She huffs in amusement, before carding her fingers through it gently. It's a privilege to touch Andrew like this, caringly, it's one of her favorites.
"I brought some things, too," she continues, gesturing to the pile of stuff she laid down beside her thigh.
Andrew cracks her eyes open again, glaring at Neil when she sees the pill bottle.
Neil rolls her eyes, "You only get the twix if you take the excedrin. Since, I know you wouldn't have even if you left the room earlier."
"Bribery," Andrew's voice is gravely and rough from sleep and disuse, but she still unearths a hand from under the blankets.
Neil takes two of the pills and places them in Andrew's outstretched palm, before opening the bottle so she can wash them down. Andrew only seems to realize how dehydrated she is when she takes her first sip, and soon nearly half the bottle is gone before it goes back to the floor.
Neil can't stop herself from placing a kiss to her temple, breathing in the scent of Andrew sleep heavy and warm. She hadn't wanted to leave her this morning, not when she recognized the symptoms of a migraine and knew Andrew would do nothing to take care of herself. Andrew was adamant though, and Neil knew when to pick her battles.
Like now, she thinks as she stands up, planning out a meal light enough that Andrew should be able to keep it down. She only makes it a step away before a hand closes around her wrist and she's falling on top of Andrew with a loud oomph.
She barely has a moment to readjust when Andrew traps her in underneath the blankets, shoving Neil on her back and laying halfway on top of her with an ear pressed to her chest. Neil tilts her chin down, taking in the tufts of blonde hair and the arms wrapped around her waist, feeling the legs tangled with her own.
She's helpless against the small smile trying to claw its way onto her face. She brings a hand to Andrew's hair, carding through it as she laysthe other one on the bare skin of her arm. Andrew burrows further into the skin of Neil's chest at her ministrations, making her laugh lightly.
"Pretty sure my tits aren't equivalent to the meal I was going to make you," she drawls dryly.
She feels more than hears Andrew's huff, before a slight nip has her clenching her hand in her hair with a hiss. Neil lightens her hold when Andrew soothes the spot with a light kiss.
She peppers more kisses to her skin, sweet enough that Neil's breath hitches in her throat. It's not long before Andrew's movements slow, and then stop all together, the light tension in her shoulders disappearing as she drops off into sleep.
Neil sighs, preparing for her next few hours living as a glorified human pillow. Her eyes find the twix left on the floor, untouched, and she looks at the ceiling with a smile she doesn't want to hide.
