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Title: Alone: Dinner
Author: Lorraine
Category: Origingal fiction, fem slash, POV
Rating: PG-13
Alone, Dinner
We drank the wine in bed, giggling and stealing kisses. By the time we were hungry enough to seek the kitchen, the Chicken Kiev had dried to hard knots. So we ordered pizza. While we waited for it to arrive we sat cross-legged on the living room floor, eating out of our bowls of salad off the coffee table.
Kira was wrapped in my favorite robe. It was just a little small for her so I kept getting enticing little glimpses of her full breasts. She caught me staring at one point and put her fork down, then picked a cherry tomato out of her salad. It was covered in ranch dressing. so the tomato was tart and garlicky as she popped it into my mouth, along with her index finger and thumb. I nipped at them, but she was too fast.
She pulled back with a merry giggle and waggled her finger at me in admonition.
"Bad girl," she laughed.
"Do it again," I grinned, "I'll be better," my voice was low and (I hoped) a husky promise.
Her expression heated up a notch and she took another cherry tomato from her bowl, this one fairly dripping with dressing, to place in my mouth. Her fingers lingered when my tongue slipped out to lave them. She groaned and reached to pull me to her, then the doorbell rang. The pizza had arrived.
She cursed and sat back on her heels, then wrapped my robe tightly around her. I just laughed and refastened my own robe about my slight form. I'm not as womanly as Kira, but I still didn't want to put myself on display for the pizza guy and the neighborhood.
The kid was right up against the door when I opened it. He was even so bold as to step inside and place the pizza on the small table beside the door. He saw Kira sitting on the floor, saw that it was obvious that she was naked beneath the robe and his eyes grew wide. He looked between her and me, his ears turning red.
I was quite amused, but when I turned around I could see that Kira had pulled the robe as much around her as she could manage. I paid and tipped him and got the door shut as fast as I could. It wasn't hard to figure out the problem, but I was shocked to see it come from Kira, of all people.
I had just figured that she'd be immune to the reactions of others. To someone witnessing two women who were obviously together in a situation that was anything but sisterly. It disappointed me in some fundamental kind of way. But I covered it up, we had just made nice, after all.
I sat back on the floor with her and fed her small bites of the St. Louis style pizza, Kira crunched the cracker crust with gusto while I wondered.
Author: Lorraine
Category: Origingal fiction, fem slash, POV
Rating: PG-13
We drank the wine in bed, giggling and stealing kisses. By the time we were hungry enough to seek the kitchen, the Chicken Kiev had dried to hard knots. So we ordered pizza. While we waited for it to arrive we sat cross-legged on the living room floor, eating out of our bowls of salad off the coffee table.
Kira was wrapped in my favorite robe. It was just a little small for her so I kept getting enticing little glimpses of her full breasts. She caught me staring at one point and put her fork down, then picked a cherry tomato out of her salad. It was covered in ranch dressing. so the tomato was tart and garlicky as she popped it into my mouth, along with her index finger and thumb. I nipped at them, but she was too fast.
She pulled back with a merry giggle and waggled her finger at me in admonition.
"Bad girl," she laughed.
"Do it again," I grinned, "I'll be better," my voice was low and (I hoped) a husky promise.
Her expression heated up a notch and she took another cherry tomato from her bowl, this one fairly dripping with dressing, to place in my mouth. Her fingers lingered when my tongue slipped out to lave them. She groaned and reached to pull me to her, then the doorbell rang. The pizza had arrived.
She cursed and sat back on her heels, then wrapped my robe tightly around her. I just laughed and refastened my own robe about my slight form. I'm not as womanly as Kira, but I still didn't want to put myself on display for the pizza guy and the neighborhood.
The kid was right up against the door when I opened it. He was even so bold as to step inside and place the pizza on the small table beside the door. He saw Kira sitting on the floor, saw that it was obvious that she was naked beneath the robe and his eyes grew wide. He looked between her and me, his ears turning red.
I was quite amused, but when I turned around I could see that Kira had pulled the robe as much around her as she could manage. I paid and tipped him and got the door shut as fast as I could. It wasn't hard to figure out the problem, but I was shocked to see it come from Kira, of all people.
I had just figured that she'd be immune to the reactions of others. To someone witnessing two women who were obviously together in a situation that was anything but sisterly. It disappointed me in some fundamental kind of way. But I covered it up, we had just made nice, after all.
I sat back on the floor with her and fed her small bites of the St. Louis style pizza, Kira crunched the cracker crust with gusto while I wondered.
