Meg's gaze softened as she watched the silver-haired Jo sleep beside her. The two were poor, often in the red on their bills, thus necessitating the need to share a bed - much to Meg's joy.
Meg silently brushed away the hair from Jo's face, breath stopping as Jo shifted in her sleep. Meg smiled gently.
Maybe tomorrow she would let the silver-haired gunslinger know how she really felt for her.
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100 Theme Challenge
FanfictionA Challenge with 100 themes. The goal is to make it a drabble (something that is no more than 100 words) but I usually end up making ficlets instead...