Abigail gave her a grin as she moved off the bed and wiped her hand before grabbing the toys and getting them set up ready to go before she practically lunged on top of Alice.
After a while she stirred and peered out of the window in her bedroom, seeing that it was still dark out. Probably the early morning as far as she could tell. With a soft sigh she looked to Alice and gave her a soft kiss on the back of her head before she began to untangle herself from Alice and clean herself enough to get home. She was practically ripe with the scent of sex and sweat as she pulled on her red dress and fastened it, as well as her boots and coat. She grabbed a bit of paper, assuming Alice wouldn't mind and just began to scribble down a short note.
"To my darling Alice.
Last night was amazing and incredible and unexpected. It rekindled those flames that i had thought died all those years ago. Whilst I wish things could be be different, we are different people now and as time moves on maybe fate will draw us to each other again. Regardless, last night was one I shall remember for my life I hope and trust that you certainly felt the same way. I have taken my leave and wish you the best. But well I doubt this will be the last time we will see each other. You shall and forever be my closest and dearest friend, and my fiery and beautiful first love. I am sure you can find me if I'm needed, I know i certainly can find you now.
My Love, A
P.S Keep your eyes out for when the rain stops."
With that she sealed the letter and left it on the table for her, next to the Clockwork Tower for a little bit of a giggle. She plucked the flower from her coat and laid it next to it, a pristine white rose that almost looked as if it were made of snow than an actual flower, the way how the petals caught the light almost made it seem as if a multitude of colour had splashed on each leaf. With that final part done she kissed the side of her lovers head before she made for the window and left in an overly dramatic fashion that had more place in a story book that this world. The way she hoped Alice would think she had departed.
Once she had returned to the streets she began to make her way through the streets, navigating them carefully as her boots moved over the wet ground, occasionally splashing in a shallow puddle as she began the walk back home. She just hoped she would be able to sneak in without waking her once she arrived.