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Kara rolled over to her side in a sleepy daze, she half opened her eyes and saw the blueish gray morning light illuminating their bedroom, she focused on what was closer to her and squinted her eyes when she was flashed by the artificial light of Lena's phone. 


She squinted her eyes a little more and realized that the brunette was reading an e-book while giving Kara her back as not to wake her. Kara smiled softly against her pillow and scooted closer to her girlfriend, sneaking an arm around her midsection. 


The brunette sighed happily as she leaned into her body more, she locked her phone screen and laid it on the pillow before using her now free hand to lock fingers with the hand that was resting on her stomach. 


Kara shuffled a bit behind her until she was resting her lips on the back of her neck, she inhaled deeply flooding her senses with Lena's intoxicating scent, apple and cinnamon, like Christmas.  


She laid her hot lips on the patch of skin near the nape of her hair and felt Lena's fingers twitching in her hand at that, she scooted impossibly closer and her cold feet came in contact with Lena's warm calves. The brunette flinched away involuntarily. 


"I'm sorry," Kara whispered when Lena turned around and focused her minty eyes on her. 


"Are you cold?" Lena asked instead of acknowledging her apology. "I'll bring you a pair of socks," she muttered rolling of the bed and shivering when her socked feet came in contact with the cold stone floors. 


"Lena, that's not necessary..." Kara tried, she really tried but Lena came back before she could convince her she was not cold. 


"Nonsense," she grunted throwing the heavy blanket away from her way and put each sock on her feet with reverence, she was giving Kara her favorite pair, the one with little rainbows on it. "There, now cuddle me," she demanded cutely, almost childishly when she returned to her place in Kara's arms with the blanket again on their bodies. 


"With pleasure," Kara murmured with her lips against Lena's forehead and sleep claimed them just as the early birds were staring to sing outside their window.