It was a little past midnight when Caterina finally fell asleep. She had slept soundly, which was surprising considering she usually struggled when she wasn't in her own bed. Though she had near collapsed in share exhaustion after Harriet had had her fill; apparently she'd greatly underestimated the blondes stamina.
She slept about five hours, waking when the sun crept through the curtains, penetrating her lids with it's sharp rays. Caterina stretched and yawned, then turned onto her side to gaze at her bed mate. Harriet was partially wrapped in the duvet with one, long leg sticking out that was half bent towards her and an arm reached across the space between them, not quite touching her, but almost. It made it herself fondly as memories from the previous night filled her head.
Her smile disappeared however when she spotted a streak of purple and blue marring the skin on Harriet's neck. Frowning, she edged closer as she tried to remember whether things had become...more physical than she remembered last night. Running a finger ever so gently across the marks, careful not to wake the blonde, Harriet studied the bruises.
What had happened? Harriet had been wearing a scarf last night and they hadn't turned the lights on when they'd come to her room, so she wasn't surprised that she'd missed this, but that didn't stop her from wondering. From worrying.