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The thing about working the graveyard shift Steph likes the most is that she gets to see the sun rise. It's not as lovely a sunrise as Gotham produces -- the air here is too clean, not enough pollution for light to refract from -- but it's still pretty awesome.

And then she gets to sleep all day.

There's really no downside.

However, today she's really tired for once; Mel's still downstairs, so she's signed off early and she's dragging her feet towards her suite at only two o'clock. It's been a long shift and a longer week, and she still can't quite shake the weird dreams. Not that she doesn't appreciate the change -- weird dreams are quite nice in comparison with the usual nightmares -- but they're weird, and knowing there's a reason doesn't make it any less so.

She shuts the door quietly, even though Tim's not here at the moment, and trudges towards the bedroom, already peeling off her shirt and boots.

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Steph is deep in the crusty-eyed realms of midmorning dreams. She doesn't react, except to mumble angrily.

"No. F'goff. Don't want scaly thumb."

The two girls are still quite sensuously entwined. Once she's identified her partner and remembered where she is, Goldy smiles sleepily. She's not uncomfortable with the proximity at all.

Her happiness doesn't last long though.

She soon notices the precious locks of hair that are currently draped over Steph's mouth. She tenses and grimaces, then jerks the offending tresses clear of the drool zone.

"Gross!"

Steph gets an undeserved shove as punishment.

"...fgftwhahthe zombies didn't AHH!"

Steph sits bolt upright, one hand instantly at Goldy's throat.

She blinks.

She relaxes.

"...oh, you."

Taken unawares by the sudden attack, Goldy lets out a strangulated yelp—she's far too drowsy to do anything to stop it. When the grip loosens, she rolls her eyes and swats the hand away.

"Idiot."

Steph rolls her own eyes in return, slipping back down into the blankets. "Shouldn't hit me in the mornings," she grumbles, flopping her head on Goldy's shoulder. "Why're you here?"

Now that her hair is safe and she's not in danger of being throttled, Goldy settles back into the cuddle.

"Same reason as last night."

"Plus, much as I hate to admit it, you're kinda comfy. Makes up for the failings of the bed itself."

"Your hair tastes like product," Steph mumbles, with a grimace, for lack of a better response. "Sides, my bed's perfect. You're infamously just picky."

Goldy frowns up at her.

"I'm not going to apologize for having standards, or for taking care of my hair. And you'll notice that I'm not ranting about the slobber that's all over the latter, or rushing to the bathroom to get it off."

She wants to. She really really wants to.

"See how I've grown, over the space of just one night?"

"Wasn't me put it in my mouth," Steph says, stretching and yawning. "Shouldn't sleep with strange girls. Risks you take."

"I suppose."

Goldy shrugs noncommittally.

"I'll live. It's not like saliva is the worst substance that's ever gotten into it during the course of sleeping with someone."

"Goldy." Steph elbows her in the head. "Things not to tell me when you've just spent the night on my pillows, number one." She doesn't sound too upset though. More sleepily amused.

Goldy allows the playful jab, and chuckles.

"I'm guessing that you would also prefer not to know about the various body parts that were scandalized by your roaming hands during the night."

Steph grimaces.

"Oh, God, tell me I didn't sink that low."

"Actually, no," Goldy reveals.

She sounds a little rueful about that.

"You were all about my breasts though," she adds, smirking.

Steph rolls her head to the side to give Goldy a scathing look.

"You're starting to sound creepy, G."

"I don't see how," she snorts.

"You're the one who was doing the groping."

"You wish I was groping." Steph knows Goldy too well to be fazed by this turn of conversation. She smirks at her friend and swings her legs over the edge of the bed, yawning her way upright. "Sure you don't wanna join the Flowers again?"

With the bed all to herself again, Goldy stretches languorously.

"Why would I want to do that when I have such a capable lover right here?"

Teasing Steph is fun.

"Geeze, if that's all you expect you've been way gypped in the love stakes, Golds."

Steph laughs.

"No wonder the brothel fired you."

Steph knows damn well that Goldy quit. She gets her thigh slapped for suggesting otherwise.

"It was good groping," the Fable points out. "I expect much more normally. I just wasn't expecting anything of the sort from you."

The lascivious smirk is back.

"However, now that you've unwittingly revealed your true feelings for me, and I'm okay with them, I can only imagine what amazing things you're going to do to me in the future."

"That's right, you can," Steph says, and grins over her shoulder at her. "Make sure your imagination gets a good workout, 'cos you're only gonna imagine it."

"My imagination knows no bounds."

Goldy grins back from her un-ladylike sprawl.

"I'll see you tonight for more of the same then? Same Bat Time, same Bat Place?"

"Geez, no wonder the bears tried to eat you," Steph grumbles, but she's laughing.

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