She watched her from the doorway, quiet and unsure but hopeful. hopeful that last night hadn’t been a dream. Hopeful that after years of longing,of wishing and wanting, that she hadn’t finally lost her damned mind and hallucinated the best damn moment of her life. The moment in which her best friend and quite possibly the love of her life, had pulled her close and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. A kiss with meaning. A kiss of possibilities. moreover, a kiss that seemed to have been cherished, and not entirely on her part alone.

But could she trust herself? trust in her own mind and recollection? it had been they’re friend Sarah’s wedding last night after all, and they had both had had a few drinks at the reception that followed. Not many she thought, but still, could it have been enough to impair Henrietta’s judgment? could it have lowered her inhibitions enough to-

“You’re thinking too loudly.”

Andrea’s gaze snapped up from where it had lowered to the ground, catching a glimpse of blue as the brunette glanced over her shoulder at the hesitant blonde from where she stood, leant against the guard rail of the hotels balcony, a coffee in hand and a smile upon her lips. And she was perfect, bedhead and all, and Andrea couldn’t help but stare. Only snapping out of it when she noticed that the gentle quirk of lips had tipped up into something softly amused.

Andrea blushed.

And Henrietta’s smile morphed back into something infinitely fond.

“Get over here Blondie, i’m cold.”

Henrietta was never cold.

Her heart skipped a beat.

And then another.

Then it even doubt into a full on sprint.

Gathering up her courage, she took a tentative step forward, then another and another, until she stood directly behind the brunette. Her bravery abandoning her suddenly as she realized she didn’t know what to do with her hands. should she touch her? Was it allowed? This was a new and terrifying progression in their relationship and she didn’t know where Henrietta’s boundaries lay. And she wasn’t –

Once more, Henrietta effortlessly broke Andrea free from her anxious thoughts, as she took the lead.

Posture straightening, the brunette turned back to the horizon, arms seeming to absently open in invitation. An invitation that Andrea eagerly stole as she took the final step up behind Henrietta and slid her arms around the shorter woman’s waist, her chin hooking over a slender shoulder. Henrietta snuggling back into the embrace without pause, as a possessive hand came up to rest upon Andrea‘s crossed arms.

And it was new.

And it was wonderful.

And Andrea had a lot of insecurities.

But that was OK because Henrietta had an equal amount of patients and time.

And in that moment, no matter where this new adventure took them whether it be forever or end up in heartbreak: she thought that she might finally be home.