Unfamiliar Familiar [Ehefra/Ira]

Ehefra was....out like a light. Sleeping a dreamless sleep, But a warm one. She shifted slightly throughout the course of the night, until finally, those morning rays cracked through the livingroom window and reached her face. She didn't wake up all at once.... but she DID wake up first. Having been the only one between the two of them to get some water in her, she only felt SLIGHTLY like shit as she slowly let out a Ghhhhf of air eight into the pillow she was laying on. Her grip on it shifting just a little as she let her eyes crack open into little squints. Slowly getting to feel her head muddle and slowly defog itself from the crack of dawn staring her in the face. Ughhhhhhhh, she did not wanna get up.

She shifted her arms, simply hugging the pillow and trying to just go back to sleep when a little spark coursed through her. Eyes snapping open. This was...... in fact.... not a pillow. Slowly opening her eyes in entirety, she was looking at a clothed navel which her face had been more or less buried into. Her arms, in fact, around a set of hips. She raised herself up, blinking owlishly.....and then looking down at herself. Still clothed, a small relief, And then she looked at the face connected to all of th-yep that was Ira. She sure did.....fall asleep......on top of Ira. And even worse, it was kinda comfortable.

_"...Ira?" She asked quietly, debating on whether or not to.....she wasn't quite sure WHAT she would do either way, but all the same, she had the immediate instinct to check to see if the girl was awake or not. Guy. Fucking......FUCK.

There was a visible disappointment in her features when she realized Ira was, indeed, awake. She paused.....glancing down where her head had been just moments before. She licked her teeth, checking for any....unfamiliar tastes. She sighed in relief, alright, good.

"I uh..... " She didn't know JACK about why she was in this position. She didn't know WHY she was enjoying it. This was fuckin GAY! Er.....was it? Thoughts and questions for later. She looked up at him. Making note that he hadn't asked her to move. She kinda just wanted to..... Lay back down. She frowned to the side, thinking. "Did you....uh......sleep well?" She asked quietly. Quite potentially knocking a few more memories loose from Ira's foggy haze from the other night, primarily by virtue of the soft, earnest, insecure look that was so very suddenly on Ehefra's face in that moment. Though there was, also, the potential for just outright envy that the girl seemed to have completely subverted a hangover in her manic water drinking last night. Not that even SHE remembered that.

All the same...she remained....still more or less....on, Ira. Waiting to be told to leave the spot.

Ehefra blinked a bit at that and stared, making note of his qualifier as to why he had slept well, and he'd see the hope drain out of her expression, shoulders slumping just a little as she glanced down. Nope, those are thighs. She looked off to the side, face a bit pink. She lowered herself back down, asoft sigh escaping her as she let out a slow, steady groan. She may have avoided most of it, but she still was a bit hung over, burying her face into Ira for just a moment as she felt a wave of depression roll over her like an 18 wheeler. Carrying bricks. And depression.

Some part of her registered that this might not be the play, and the rest of her thought that part should shut it's fucking mouth until she wasn't hung over. "How bad was it?" She asked, voice still primarily being funneled into Ira's abdomen, but being loud enough that it would still carry the question up to the no-doubt-distressed man. "Please tell me I didn't show you the closet...." She groaned, too tired to even realize her self-report on that one.

Ehefra closed her eyes, not even registering the intent or anything behind that gentle hand running through her hair, she just sighed softly and scooted a bit firther up, until her arms were around Ira's waist and she was more comfortable. Ira's navel was definitely kinder to her chest than Ira's knees had been. She smiled, relieved to say the least when Ira responded in the negative in regards to that embarassing thing. "Alright.....thank you..." She groaned in tired relief, sighing just a little as she just lay there, face in Ira's sternum, trying to get her headache to go away. And honestly feeling a lot better as those fingers gently stroked through her hair. Ira, if he was paying attention, sure would notice that that little red swoop really did just seem to be part of her hair.

"I'm hungry...." She murmured softly into Ira's chest, more an observation than any sort of request. Staring off into the distance as she ...... just....thought about .....all of this. Had they.....done something? She didn't taster anything, but .....that didn't necessarily rule everything out. They had been dressed....could they .....DO stuff while dressed? What did two women have the capability to do? She supposed they could have just sortof.....rubbed up against eachother? Would that even feel alright? Maybe they just kissed.... Oh. That was kinda nice for a mental image. Fucking what? She blinked rapidly, not sure where THAT thought had come from. Did.....did she want to kiss Ira?

She glanced up, staring at him in the face with....CLEAR indecision on her features, as if she were trying to solve some equation. "Ira....if.....if I kissed you.....would it be gay?"

That answer made her......pause. Her brows furrowing. Was that how that worked? She thinned her lips, clearly trying to parse what that really....MEANT. Not only that, but her hungover self did finally connect hat Ira really did just seem to ...SAY the most kind thing he could. If she WAS a gay, would he call her one? She didn't really think he would. And now that question started to bother her.

She stared up at him, and her expression shifted a little. From confusion, to determination. She stared up at Ira, and began prowling up the woman's body slowly raising herself up as she was staring her directly in the eyes, searching Ira's face for a moment, as if.....incredulous. She didn't SAY that Ira was lying to her. But it was very visible on Ehefra's face. And suddenly, Ehefra was straddling him, peering down at him as she ....decided if she could plausibly just take his words at face value. She didn't know when she had gotten a hold of Ira's wrists, but she had them now. Too tired. Too hung over to think about what a bad idea this was. She leaned down.

It didn't even START as nice and chaste. Ehefra needed to know if she was gay, and she wasn't fucking around with finding out. And when she finally pulled back, she was almost entirely out of breath, staring off into space, and narrowing her eyes as she tried to FEEL if she was gay. But having no idea what she should be looking for.