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Somewhere between episodes 7 and 8 of Stranger Things, Maya lost interest in the television. She had spent the last ten minutes trying to ignore the set of lips that were caressing the soft part of her neck. The nibbling on her ear, the hands that were wandering across her backside, and the heavy breathing; was all incredibly distracting. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and gave the wide-eyed Riley Mathews an evil look. Then she threw a leg over the top of the smiling girl and straddled her as she pulled hurriedly at the shirt she was using for pajamas. Topless, smiling and breathing hard, she yanked the blankets down.
"Alright, this is happening. I know we were going to wait, but you're making me crazy. I can't take it. How the hell do we get you out of those pajamas?" Both their hands were everywhere as they tore at each other's lips, and Maya yanked at Riley's top, popping buttons in her haste. She was delighted to find the brunette wasn't wearing anything under the flannel, and quickly kissed her way to Riley's breasts as they both tried to wrestle her out of the rest of the bulky nightwear.
"God, Maya." Riley moaned as the blonde tossed what remained of their clothing from the bed. "This is it, I'm going to do this! But we have to be quiet, my parents' room is just down the hall."
Maya tangled her bare legs with Riley's, pulling at her and grinding against her as they kissed. "I'll try. But just so you know, I plan on making you scream, a lot."
It was six thirty in the morning when Riley, redressed in her flannels, padded softly down the steps to the kitchen, drawn by the scent of brewing coffee. Her mother sat at the breakfast table, reading her laptop. Riley filled her cup and sat on one of the bar stools. Topanga glanced at her, biting back a smile.
"Didn't expect to see you this early. What time did you finally go to sleep?"
"Don't know, kind of a blur really."
Topanga smiled. "Your father slept with a pillow over his head."
Riley looked down. "Sorry." She said quietly.
Her mother snickered at her. "No you're not!"
Riley broke into a huge grin. "Not really. I had no idea it would be that incredible. Could I possibly fall in love this fast? She is so wonderful, and so amazing!"
"Love might depend on your definition. Don't put too much pressure on yourself this early, Riley. You and Maya may end up together, or not. You don't need to know everything at this point. Just enjoy the journey. Falling in love is a wonderful thing."
"I'm just so scared. It was so perfect, and I don't ever want it to end."
Topanga frowned. "End? You just started. Why are you worried about it ending? Did I make you this way? My God, this is my fault!
"You’re a great Mom, you didn't do anything wrong. I just obsess about everything."
"That's because I'm such a perfectionist, about work, and your school, and always trying to control every little thing. Corey and I worked out, and part of the reason was that neither one of us ever gave up. But love is messy, Riley, and things never go exactly as you plan, that's part of what's so incredible about it. It is my fault that you over analyze things. Please, just enjoy what's happening today and every step of the way. That works for love, and life in general. It's still early. You should be upstairs. Maya is probably freezing because your Dad keeps it like an icebox in here. Go up there and snuggle up to your new girlfriend, Riley, I'm sure she'll appreciate it."
"I'm still not sure you don't want to date her. You're being awfully casual about all this, being we're in your house and all."
"You're nineteen, Riley, you're a young woman. Being in a good relationship is something I want for you, and I know sex is part of that. I don't want you doing it in the back seat of the car and getting mugged, or worse."
Riley pretended to plug her ears. "Too much information, Mom. But I am still tired, and Maya looked so cute this morning. She was snoring like a buzz saw."
"Go back to bed for a while then. It's still really early and you teenagers need your sleep." Riley kissed her mother and started for the steps. Topanga looked up. "Riley?"
"Yeah Mom?"
"Try not to wake your father up, okay?"
Riley tiptoed into her room, eased the door shut, and turned the deadbolt. It didn't hurt to be optimistic, right? She walked over to the bed and stared down at the angelic face, surrounded by waves of blond curls. Her mother was right. Who wouldn't want to wake up and see that every morning? She kicked her slippers off and pulled the corner of the blankets back, preparing to slide in beside the girl who was snoring slightly again. The movement roused Maya, and she made a noise, violently clutching at the blankets. When Riley tugged again, she curled into a ball, and dragged all the covers into the center of the bed, making very unpleasant noises.
"Stop it!" Maya mumbled loudly. Riley tugged at the blankets again. "God damn it, go away." Maya said loudly.
"Wow, not a morning person," Riley muttered. A little offended, and not sure of how to proceed, she gave up and clambered into the bay window, watching as the first glow of sunrise started coloring the New York skyline. She was still there fifteen minutes later, staring out the window, when Maya startled her. She stood beside the bay window with a sheet wrapped around her. When Riley smiled, she climbed up opposite her and they both sat quietly watching the sunrise, sneaking an occasional peek at each other.
"This is my favorite time of day. I love painting sunrises." Maya smiled at Riley. "I'm liking the scenery even more this morning. Everything is kind of golden, and your skin has a beautiful glow. I wish I had my art stuff."
"You can paint me anytime you wish, but maybe it would be better if we waited until later in the day." Maya looked at her quizzically and Riley chuckled. "I thought you were going to start swinging before, when I tried to get in bed with you."
The blonde looked shocked. "That didn't happen, I just woke up!"
Riley giggled. "You were swearing and making horrible noises. I thought I was going to have to call a priest. I was sure you were going to hit me."
"Please! I must've had a nightmare. My Mom is always saying that too, as if I would ever hit the people I love."
Riley looked out the window again, biting at the grin that was trying to explode across her face. Maya sat quietly, also chewing on her lip.
"Did you just say you love me?" Riley finally asked cautiously. "Because that was kind of what it sounded like."
Maya shifted awkwardly. "Oh, please. That would be stupid, wouldn't it? I've only known you for a week. I was talking about my Mom." Riley's smile faded a little. "Mostly, okay? I was mostly talking about my Mom. You make me crazy. I can't think straight this time of morning, and you get me to say and do things I wouldn't normally do. Like last night. That was a pretty wild first date."
"Well, I haven't dated a lot, or at all, technically. I definitely haven't done any of the stuff we did, which was a lot of stuff, and thank you for the education by the way. And there is the fact we're in my parents' house and my father will probably never look me in the eye again; so yeah, pretty crazy first date. Pretty amazing too, I would have to say."
"You know," Maya said as she stretched and covered a yawn. "Since I haven't gone home, technically, we're still on the date. What time is it?"
"Just after seven."
"In the morning? No wonder I was Linda Blairing it. Who gets up this early on the weekend? We should go back to bed."
Riley raised an eyebrow. "To sleep, or continue the date?"
"Depends, are you going to wear those pajamas? Because then I'll have to just sleep. It's too much work getting those things off you."
"Okay, but it's cold, so we'll be forced to snuggle. I might as well just throw these pajamas away, all the buttons are gone." Riley snickered. "Maybe I should keep them, as a memento of the day I lost my virginity and you told me you love me for the first time."
"Didn't say that, Riles," Maya exclaimed, leading the brunette back toward the bed.
"Yeah, you kind of did. That's what I heard, and I'm going with it." Maya smiled and dropped the sheet as she pulled at Riley's flannels.
"Okay, Riley Mathews, whatever you want."