Yo so just quickly, I am not planning for this story to go anywhere, but seeing the huge response I got for it, I had to write another chapter =] Let me know what you think

A warning: nothing is explicitly said, but well heavily implied sexual content.

Mondays.

I used to treat that word as a curse or a swear, because everything is just that harder on a Monday. Both Felia and I have morning classes on a Monday and Thursday, but not before Aster and I did my half hour workout at the college gym. We had developed a routine in the first two weeks when we weren't dating. I would wake at 6 am and jog to the gym, do my workout routine, be back at the dorms to shower and eat, then wake Felia up at 7 am.

She was a lot slower in the mornings, walking bleary-eyed to the bathroom to shower. But soon her singing voice could be heard in our bedroom, and I would just lay on my bed and just listen to the Italian words. Then she would stagger out in her still sleepy state with a fluffy towel twisted on her head and a yawn on her mouth. She would smile lazily at me though as she brushed her hair into a high pony tail.

We worked around each other, waking and showering and eating at different times, until we both trudged out of the dorms together to head off to main campus. Felicia had a poor diet, and would only have a strong coffee in the mornings. But she makes up for her lack of breakfast in how much she eats for lunch and tea.

Trust me.

On the mornings where we didn't have class until midday or afternoon, I would still maintain my early workout routine and then work on some study at my desk, whereas Felicia would just sleep in.

That was before.

But now, it's different. After a little over a month of being lovers, I don't wake and look across the room to see her buried in her blankets. Instead, I can wake up and feel her cold nose pressed to my collar bone. We wake up together, eat together, be together (I still haven't convinced her to work out with me yet. It's a working progress.). She'll lounge around on my bed waiting for me to return from the gym.

Instead of working around each other, we worked together.

We tackled Monday together.

It's the sixth Monday of us being together. It starts off normally. The alarm buzzes harshly, slicing through my sleep. With a grumble, I reach for my phone and kill the noise.

Aster continues to snore away, but I feel Felicia begin to stir unwillingly. Her hair tickles my jaw, and I can't help the dopey smile that pulls at my lips. Winding myself tighter around her, I kiss the top of her head.

"Morning, Felicia," I whisper to her, and I feel her body shiver.

"… Hhhnnng." She starts to wriggle around, her hands dancing around my chest from where they were resting, then glide up to my face. Slowly, she drags her head up and blinks heavily at me, a cute little grin on her lips. I feel myself start to burn in the face at her gaze. She grins more at my blush. "Morning."

Kissing Felicia is something I like to do, probably one of my favourite things to do. But it's not something I could ever get used to either. The soft breath mingling with mine as she sighs, how she presses so closely to me, the way I just seem to melt into her when she gently bites at my bottom lip.

It is all so cliché I know.

But I can see why it is now.

Pulling away from Felicia is something I hate to do, probably one of my least favourite things to do. But it's when she slides a leg over my hip and licks open my mouth that I have to drag away for air. She makes it harder and harder for me to leave bed every time. If I let her continue… this, then I'll end up never leaving this room again.

Usually when we get too carried away and I reluctantly will pull away, she surrenders with a sigh and lets me up. Not this time apparently.

Her mouth glides down my jaw to my throat, where she presses the most gentleness of kisses, but I gasp at how nice it feels.

"Stay in bed," she whispers against my skin. I get goose bumps.

"Mmm."

"That isn't an answer, Monika."

I roll on top of her suddenly, and she lets out a cute little yelp. Placing my hands on either side of her head, I look down at her flushed face and smirk. As my gaze drifts down to her neck, I move to kiss her under the jaw, and get the satisfaction of hearing her breath hitch when my lips barely graze across her terra-cotta skin.

"I'll see you in an hour, Felicia."

With that, I roll out of bed and collect my sports bag with my workout gear that I had packed last night. Aster leaps off my bed with a thump (Labradors are not known for their gracefulness) and sidles up to my leg as I turn to face Felicia.

She is giving me a disbelieving look.

"You are such a tease! Come back here and kiss me."

After considering her for a moment, I decide to oblige her. Felicia wriggles into a sitting position as take those few steps back to the bed. As soon as I get within reaching distance, she grasps at my singlet and leans her head up, and her soft eagerness never fails to ignite my heart.

I lean down and take her warm face in my large hands and swirl my thumbs just under her eyes. Leaning in closer, and I taste her breath and feel her nose bump against my cheek. Then I indulge us both, its lips against lips, sighs mingled and hearts pounding.

Do I really need to go to the gym today? Surely it wouldn't hurt to miss one day.

No. There will be other times for this.

Felicia gently pulls away, but her hands sweep up to rest on my neck.

"Ich liebe dich, Monika."

Those words in my language feel so nice in her accent, and you would think my face would hurt from smiling so much but it doesn't.

"Ti amo, Felicia."

Treadmills are dangerous for several reasons. They hold many memories for me, some funny and other scary, but most just cringe worthy. A scary memory was when I had a sudden seizure while going 18 km and broke my arm a few months before I moved to England (that happened to be when Aster stayed overnight at the vets the poor thing), and it took a little while to get my confidence back to brave exercising on the machine again.

A fond memory is the time Gilbert made the mistake of trying to jump on with me. He was in pyjamas, and the hem of his pants were a little too long. He tripped himself up and flew off the treadmill. Grandfather happened to film the whole thing. It makes us laugh a lot. Including Gil.

But recently treadmills have presented me with another danger: overthinking.

Obviously, exercising is my personal time for just me to think. About everything. Since Felicia came bounding into my life, she has been the focus of my thoughts. And especially this past couple of weeks, there has been one thing in particular on my mind while I jog away in the college gym that is starting to make me anxious. I had hoped to maybe put off this (arguably) embarrassing topic, but after how heated things got this morning, I can't exactly ignore it.

I love her. I love the domestic and the romantic and the friendship that we have developed within one another. I love how we can go from discussing (fangirling) Steven Universe to laughing about Felicia's weird classmates to cuddling and kissing to complain about assignments.

Yet lately the kissing has progressed from sweet pecks to something a lot more.

But we… we still haven't… not done…

And I think I want more.

Which is…odd. For me anyway, because I have never felt like I should… how do I say this? I have known since forever that I like girls. Always have. But I've always been nervous to… get really intimate with anyone since the accident. I can't be sure if it is my fear of close interactions with people, my fear of suddenly having an episode, or if it's because I can imagine the look of disgust upon seeing my scarred body.

But in regards to the latter, I know for sure Felicia isn't like that. She would get sad seeing my scars, I think. But then after I would reassure her that I am fine, that they really don't hurt anymore, she would smile softly and lean down to kiss my torn hip-

Oh…

I-I really want to do this with her. I want to love her.

And I think Felicia does too. But it's not enough to just assume…

This is something we need to talk about.

How do I even bring something like this up?

Ugh.

I continue jogging away, and my thoughts swirl around and around about how to approach this. But it's when I start imagining Felicia… and how she would… the sounds she would make when I would-

Growling, I switch off the treadmill and thank whatever deity that I can excuse my red faced flusteredness on exercise. Not that there are many people here at this time of morning. Just a couple of guys.

I step off the treadmill and snatch my water bottle from my bag. Gulping down cool water, I scramble to dig my phone from my pocket when I feel it vibrate once.

It's an email from my lecturer that I have today. Or supposed to.

Reading it quickly, I frown. Class has been cancelled today due to a personal situation.

Well then.

What am I to do now?

I glance around the gym, feeling keyed up, but zero motivation to continue my routine.

Sigh. Might as well head back to shower.

Is that really the reason you want to go back?

Ugh.

Felicia is playing the Steven Universe soundtrack, I can hear 'Tower of Mistakes' playing before I've even opened the door.

Still being at a lost on what to do, I kinda just stand there, and lean my forehead against the wooden frame. I feel nervous, and I can't really pretend to not know why.

I'm going to bring it up now.

No I am not. She has class today.

Then when?

What am I going to do in the meantime?

I groan, loudly, forgetting that Felicia is on the other side of the door. Hitching in a breath, I freeze, waiting for her to shut off the music and open the door

Thankfully, it seems, that the music drowns out my angst. Felicia doesn't know I'm here.

Time to change that.

Aster huffs, and pokes my leg with his nose. I think he is judging me. Glaring at him for being so impatient, I take a deep breath to steady myself, and then I yank the door open and throw myself in, Aster trotting after me.

Felicia sits cross legged on my bed, drawing it seems, when she looks up startled, giving a little yelp.

"S-sorry, didn't mean to scare you." I mutter as I crouch down and take off Aster's harness and pat his head. "What are you drawing?"

"Um, oh! Aster actually." She laughs guiltily, closing her sketchbook and setting it aside as he trots over and leaps onto the blankets on the abandoned bed. As she reaches over and lowers the volume of the music from her laptop, she says, "You are back early. Everything okay? Oh wait! Are- are you about t-to, Monika is-?"

"No, everything is fine! I am fine!" I cut her off as I stand, knowing what she was implying. I guess the episode I had all those weeks back is still on her mind.

"Oh," she breathes, placing a hand over her chest with a relieved smile. "Oh."

"Um, my class got cancelled today."

"Oh."

"…And there is something I kind of want to talk to you about." Shit. I wasn't supposed to say that!

"Oh."

"Is that the only thing you can say now?" I laugh despite the slip up and move to sit on the bed.

"Shoosh you. Still recovering from the panic. I thought you were going to- sorry. It has been on my mind, and I am anxious as to when it will happen again and I don't know how to help or what to do and what if I am not there or if-!"

I kiss her out of her blabbering, feeling guilty that she worries so much about me.

(And feeling slightly flattered that she cares)

I pull back once I feel her relax against me, when her breathing comes easier and she kisses me back slowly. I pull back, and flick her on the nose.

"Ow! Hey!" She covers where I flicked her, looking absolutely shocked, and I can't help but giggle at her.

"Either Aster or I would let you know if I were about to… but it really is nothing to worry about. There is nothing you need to do, Aster has been trained to aid me when it's needed."

"What if you need an ambulance?"

"Aster has me covered."

"Really? He can call emergency services?"

"Yes, he is more fluent in English than either of us."

"Monika!"

I laugh, and she just scoffs and quietly gazes at me. After I have had a good chuckle, Felicia is smiling shyly at me.

"What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

Well that kills my mood.

"Huh? I never said that!"

"Yes you did! Just before, you said that there was something would like talk to me about?" she leans forward and pokes my forehead

"I um." Smooth, Monika.

I start wheezing at her, trying to stutter out my thoughts. It isn't working out so well, I must say. Especially when Felicia drops the cheeky smirk in place for a concerned frown.

"…It can wait, if you want to." She says slowly.

Ugh why is this so hard?

Instead of spluttering out my voice, I just shake my head and move in to kiss her. She obliges and gently kisses me back, but I can tell she thinks I am avoiding the issue.

I'm not (in the way she thinks).

If I can't speak the words, then I will show her what I want to say.

Softly grabbing her shoulders, I push her onto the mattress without breaking contact with her mouth. With her back pressed on the bed and me resting on top of her, I can feel her body heat through my clothes. Felicia still doesn't seem to get it yet. We have been in this position plenty of times (usually it's her initiating this kind of intimacy though). I am going to have to make it more obvious.

Deepening the kiss, I let my hands travel lightly down her side, over her ribs to her waist, then across her hip. Her small hands fist in my short hair and start to massage my scalp, and it's impossible to keep back the sigh that I breathe into her mouth. The smile I feel tug at her lips encourages me, so my hand drifts lower to run down her bare, chubby thigh. Pausing to grip her knee, I mentally steel myself and hoist her leg up to hook over my hip.

My face feels overheated.

Felicia gasps into my mouth, the hands in my hair moving to my face, gently pushing me away so she can stare at me. Her pupils have dilated, making her already dark eyes seem black. I lick my lips nervously, noting the red tinge in her round cheeks.

"M-Monika," she breathes. "What… is this what you wanted to talk about?" her hot hands still linger on my face, and I must burn brighter.

I nod. "Felicia, I… I want to show you love, but – ah, um. I am sorry. Just- I don't know if you are into that or…Scheiße. This, I am so bad at-"

Felicia interrupts me with her sweet giggles.

What?

"Of course I'm into that, silly!" She laughs again and pulls me in for another kiss, twisting her hips with enough force to flip us, and I land on my back with a yelp. Felicia pecks at my lips cheekily, and I just about lose my mind when she slings her other leg across me. Here she sits, this cute crazy Italian, straddling me with her hands sneaking beneath my singlet to trace over my abdomen, kissing me and now I cannot breathe. Despite the lack of oxygen, I can manage sliding my hands down her back and along her thighs.

"Silly Monika. You are very sweet. I want… I want to make love to you."

Oh.

Words have left me, so I sit up and loop my arms around her waist, and kiss her senseless.

I won't go into detail. It was our first time, so I won't tell you everything.

I can say how warm it felt, to be with her in such a way. Every movement, every sound was warm. And soft. Felicia was soft, her touches were soft and gentle and she was so soft to touch back.

As expected, she paid special attention to the scars that rip along my hips and legs. She kissed every single one and it would be a lie to say that it didn't make me gasp.

I kissed her scars too, though they are different to mine, little spindles of stretchmarks along her breasts to her forearms, her lower stomach and thighs. The giggles that escaped her airily just made me cling to her tighter.

I won't tell how nice it felt to feel her hands grip all over me, how nice it was to taste her moans and sighs, how nice it felt to hear my name being cried out like that…

I can't believe I was nervous. For this. Because Felicia is so good and warm and gentle and I should know by now to know that anything with her will always be so nice.

We had forgot to shut off the music coming from Felicia's laptop, so for the entire time we kissed and touched to the soundtrack of Steven Universe.

Not sure how to feel about that.

I am still dozing when Felicia whispers to me that she needs to leave if she wants to not be late to her class. Her voice sounds soft but distant, but I lazily open an eye anyway. She lounges on my chest, and beams up at me before leaning up and pressing a sloppy kiss on my jaw.

"Go back to sleep, Monika. I'll text you later, okay?"

"Hhmm." She giggles, and I can't help but smile.

When she leaves the bed, the warmth goes with her, and I grumble before I drift again.

I stay slightly aware enough to hear her sing in her brief shower, and to gather her stuff to take to class. It amazes me how she can still have energy after… well after what we just did.

A hand swipes hair from my forehead, and my eyes flutter open in time for Felicia to press a chaste kiss above my brow.

"Can walk you to class if you want," I mumble.

"You can barely keep your eyes open."

"Mmmmm."

She laughs once at me. "Sleep in for once. It will do you some good."

"Guess it wouldn't hurt… to sleep for a bit." I feel her smile against my forehead as she gives me yet another peck.

"Ich liebe dich, Monika."

I look up at her and sit up, mustering as much energy as possible.

"Ti amo, Felicia."

A little while later after she scurries out the door to her class, I fall asleep and dream of nothing, and only awaken a couple of hours later by Asters grumbling in my ear.

"Hnnng, are you hungry?" I ask him while yawning. "Well, you aren't the only one. Let me have a shower and then I'll feed you, how 'bout it?"

I make sure to shower and dress quickly in jeans and a hoodie, because Aster does not let up his complaining. As we walk down the hall to the dorm kitchen, he still whines loudly. I really hope everyone on this floor has gone to class, otherwise I would be surprised if there were no noise complaints. Though, if people could hear Aster, then that means-

A guy steps out of his door as I walk past. I startle, and he looks surprised to see me too, until he gives me a suggestive smirk.

"Glad to hear someone is getting some fun around here," he says with a wink, his American accent not what I am used to hearing here in England.

Before I can stutter out a response to that totally unneeded remark, the guy rushes away while flinging his satchel over his shoulder. What a weird person.

I shrug it off and continue to the kitchen before Aster decides to chew my leg off.

The dorm kitchen is a large, fancy space for the six people on this floor. We have three fridges between us and our pantry space. Over the past month, Felia's and my groceries and utensils has started mingling until we just share everything. We often share the expenses of our shopping too.

Though looking into our pantry shelf, we need to do another shop. I only have one can of dog food left for Aster. Yikes.

"Here you go," I say to him through a yawn as I shake the gross smelling stuff into his bowl. "I'll get you some more today, okay?"

As Aster scoffs down his breakfast, I go about making mine. Deciding on a fruit smoothie, I hunt down some bananas, strawberries and blueberries.

It's while that the blender is chugging away loudly that I allow myself to think back on this morning.

I hope it was just as good for her as it was for me. It felt amazing for me, to be with her in such a close way. And gosh, the taste of her skin when I dragged my tongue over her-

My phone vibrates once in my pocket, and I let out a yelp. Switching off the blender, I pour out the contents into a glass and slide onto a stool nearby.

It was a message from none other than Felicia herself.

From: Felicia

i get out of class a little earlier today, and some friends and I are going into town for lunch. Care to join us? if you are not too tired of course ;) xx

I roll my eyes and chuckle shyly.

To: Felicia

You'll have to do more than that to get me tired, but I very much enjoyed the effort you put in despite. But lunch sounds great, we need to do shopping anyway, so we can do that then, if YOU are not too tired x

From: Felicia

Is that a challenge Monni?

To: Felicia

Yes

From: Felicia

Well then. I gladly accept ;) but in the meantime, hurry up and get your butt here im hungry

I bite my lip at how cheesy we are being, but I can't help it. She makes me turn into a sap.

But I love it. I love her.

Thank you for reading! Sorry about how jarring the writing was, this was a little out my comfort zone. Never written smut before (obviously this aint smut) so ahh sorry for how awkward it sounded. Luckily, that seems to suit monika anyway.