The familiar voice reached Natallia’s wars before her bouncing did and she regretfully dragged her eyes open. She was just a tad grumpy at being woken up like this, but the excited exclamation registered in her brain and she gave Natalya a strange look as the other grabbed her hand.
She noticed the rings. Oh. Natallia truthfully remembered very little from the night before, which was an odd occurrence in itself, and she was too tired to complain about the other sleeping nude (not that she would complain at this point anyways). “...marriage.” She muttered, eyes still half lidded with sleep. With a resigned sigh, she tucked her head against Nat’s bare chest and pulled her down on the bed so she could close her eyes and cuddle her.
It was too early for this.
There was a soft sound somewhere between a squawk and a shriek when she was pulled down, though there was not a single complaint to laying against her chest. In fact, that was one of the main reasons for having breasts, Natalya would argue. “You are missing this,” she whispered after a moment however, though she didn’t move from how they were tangled to cuddle.
“We are married. Married.“ the word was heavy every time she said it. She didn’t remember it, or how or why or what, but it certainly was. “This is perfection, yes. Marry yourself, who knows better. We are set forever.“