@flaxenquaint Her hand lifts to cup the side of Hanna’s face. It’s almost impossible to keep her hands off of her girlfriend.
“Only a teeny tiny bit.” There’s a wink and a soft laugh. “Can you blame me?”
@flaxenquaint — right hand, massaging the muscles of Hanna's calves. She was willing to bet they were sore and tired; much like the rest of Hanna's body likely was too.
"You wanna see pictures of the rugrat?"
@flaxenquaint — legs that had made themselves comfortable upon her lap. There had never been room for personal space or boundaries between the two of them; not when they'd known each other for most of Callie's existence.
Callie didn't hesitate to use her —
@flaxenquaint — scoffed as she took a seat on the nearby couch, absolutely expecting Hanna to join her.
It was odd how little tension there was in the air. Even after all the time that had passed, there was no awkwardness surrounding their reunion. It was —
@flaxenquaint — eyebrow half raised and a familiar smirk finally settling across her lips. Of course she had missed Hanna, likely more than Hanna had even missed her.
"Where have you been anyways?" Callie questioned.
@flaxenquaint — towards Hanna. She didn't want to face the rejection or even the possible disgust that Hanna would be likely to direct at her. What if Hanna still saw her as that innocent little girl?
"Would I be hugging you if I didn't?" She teased, an —