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incredibly uncomfortable for her to fold herself under Ariana’s arm, because they somehow make it work.
    She considers the pros and cons of taking Sophie back to her place as the ever busy city with its neon lights and faceless people passes by, then just thinks fuck it. She’s going to enjoy seeing this mellow if a bit depressed side of her boss as long as she can and if it means torturing herself by being close without touching, then so be it. She likes Sophie too much to pass up the chance to be near her and she wants to have the chance to see the nerdy, sweet woman who loves animals and silly slippers in real life instead of just her dreams. She looks down at the top of Sophie’s dark hair, petting the soft, springy curls while Sophie snuffles into her shoulder, probably already half-asleep.
    The driver fortunately doesn’t comment, although Ariana notices him looking every now and again. When they pull up next to the renovated brick apartment complex Ariana lives in, she pays the driver with a quiet thanks and tries to wake Sophie up with little success. Sophie murmurs something unintelligible and tries to bury her head deeper into the crook of Ariana’s neck, causing Ariana to groan inwardly.
    “Sophie, sweetie, you need to wake up,” she says softly, shaking Sophie’s shoulder. “We’re home.”
    “Home?” Sophie asks, blinking her eyes open. “Dun’ wanna go home. It’s all shhh…”
    “Quiet?”
    “Yea that.”
    “You’re coming home with me.”
    “You?” She blinks a few more time in confusion. “You’re soooo pretty. Don’t leave me?”
    Ariana doesn’t know what to say to that. It’s obvious that Sophie’s way too drunk to know what’s saying, but Ariana’s stupid heart doesn’t seem to care because it starts to hammer wildly. She swallows and nods her head. “I won’t. We’ll have a sleepover.”
    “Loved sleepovers when I was little.”
    “It’ll be just like that. But we have to get out of the taxi first.”
    “Okay.”
    It’s a painfully long journey up to the fourth floor. Sophie can barely stand let alone walk without tripping over her own or Ariana’s feet, but eventually they reach and even get into Ariana’s apartment much to Ariana’s relief. She leads Sophie to the couch, groaning when the older woman’s hand tightens on her shoulder, nails digging in to prevent her from getting up.
    “Don’t go!” Sophie demands, glaring at Ariana. “I Want you to stay.”
    “Just bringing you a glass of water.”
    “Not thirsty,” she slurs leaning close to Ariana’s face as she wants to share a secret. “Your eyes… pretty like… like beetles.”
    Ariana tries not to laugh because she knows it’d offend Sophie, but it’s nearly impossible. She had no idea her boss was such a lightweight or that alcohol basically turned her an octopus that can’t seem to get enough of touching Ariana. She’s only thankful that Sophie’s hands stay at safe places, petting her hair and caressing her face, and don’t try to wander lower to much more dangerous territory.
    “You need to drink some water,” she tries again, but Sophie just wrinkles her nose.
    “Water’s boring. Like Neil,” she says with utmost conviction and drops her forehead onto Ariana’s collarbone. “He’s such a freaking bore. Always talking about himself. And fucking fucking kids. Sicko.”
    Ariana senses the change in Sophie’s mood even without seeing her face, so she gives up on trying to extract herself from those determined hands and sits up next to Sophie. Sophie just huffs, apparently too deep in her dark thoughts to really notice that her cheeks is plastered between Ariana’s breasts who hastily tries to move her.
    “And he told me that I was no fun, always serious and working,” Sophie spits, suddenly angry. She lifts her head to look Ariana in the face. “Am I boring? No fun?”
    “No,” Ariana admits honestly. Yes, her boss can be a slave driver and an inconsiderate asshole when it