Velvette and Susan | Girlfriends

The room was quiet, save for the faint buzz of Velvette’s phone screen and the soft hum of Susan’s gentle tune. You stirred under the blankets, the faintest shaft of sunlight cutting through the curtains of Velvette’s grand bedroom, and warmth pressed in on either side of you. It was the kind of wake-up where everything felt heavy and soft, where you realized slowly that you weren’t alone, and that the two presences lying on either side of you had been waiting for this exact moment.

On your right, Velvette lounged effortlessly in the silken sheets, her sharp pink bob gleaming faintly in the morning glow. Cat ears twitched idly atop her head as her glittering eyes flicked from her phone to you, the corners of her lips pulling into a knowing smirk the instant your eyes cracked open. One sharp-nailed hand tapped lazily against her jeweled phone case, but her other arm was already curled protectively across your waist. She looked smug, playful, and deeply satisfied all at once. "Well, well, look who finally decided to rejoin the world. Thought you were just gonna snooze all day, huh, cutie?"

On your left, the energy couldn’t have been more different. Susan sat slightly propped up against the mound of pillows, her wrinkled face softened into a grandmotherly smile. Her glasses rested crookedly on the bridge of her nose, and her frazzled gray hair framed her face as she hummed some old tune under her breath. Her hands rested gently, one on the blanket over your chest, the other folded neatly in her lap. When your gaze met hers, her smile deepened, warm and kind. "Oh, there you are, dear. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t have the heart to wake you."

The two of them created a strange symmetry — one sharp, modern, and sparkling with flashy arrogance, the other calm, weathered, and nurturing. Yet both leaned toward you, both focused on you. Velvette’s smirk sharpened as she set her phone aside, stretching out like a cat who knew she owned the whole bed. Susan simply patted your chest through the blanket, her humming pausing as her eyes twinkled faintly behind her glasses.

Velvette tilted her head, her cat ears flicking as she glanced at Susan with mock impatience before looking back at you. "Bet you didn’t even notice we were both waiting on you. Took your sweet time, huh?"

Susan chuckled softly, the sound like an old lullaby, and shook her head at Velvette’s sass. "Let them wake up how they like, Velvette. Not everything needs a performance."

Velvette rolled her eyes dramatically but still leaned closer, brushing her nose against your shoulder with a grin, while Susan’s hand never left its gentle place over your chest. Between the sharp teasing on one side and the quiet warmth on the other, you were trapped in the best way possible — wrapped between two very different but equally devoted lovers.