It took twenty minutes for Bex to open the door and start the car. It only took ten more to put on her seatbelt.
She had a full set of acrylics on her fingers, a pretty ombre design and coffin shape adorning her soft hands lined with rings. It was a forty-five dollar manicure, not including tip, and she didn't want to mess them up before her girlfriend could see them.
She really didn't want to use her hands until she was sure they were completely dry, but when some jack-ass cut her off and her car nearly swerved into the left lane, she stopped driving with her knees.
At least he saw her cute set when she flipped him off.
Bex was humming along to the sounds of traffic (she couldn't turn on the radio, it already took her thirty minutes to settle into the car) giddy about the night she had planned with her girlfriend. When she asked Spencer to pick a color she wanted to get it painted on her nails. Spencer didn't know that, but she didn't ask either. So it'll be a cute surprise.
Bex liked to do girly traditionally girly things. It surprised some because her personality didn't entirely match, but she used to love getting her nails done. She stopped after she and Spencer started dating because they were inconvenient, but she missed doing them. And Spencer said they look nice on me anyway, she thought.
It was the third tuesday of the month. That didn't mean anything, Bex just wanted to have sex with her girlfriend.
But they did that all the time, so she thought she could put a little effort into it this time. There doesn't have to be a special occasion to dress up and lavish your girlfriend. Also, Bex just liked pleasing Spencer. Her reactions are so cute when I surprise her.
Pulling into their complex she noted that Spencer's car was there, which meant she was back with the groceries. They were gonna make hamburgers from scratch and bake cookies. The cookies weren't completely from scratch though, because the last time they tried they poured two whole cups of vanilla into the yeast. Not only did it kill their yeast, their whole apartment smelled like the Pillsbury Doughboy's ass for two weeks.
After a less intense struggle with her seatbelt, Bex was hiking up two flights of stairs to see her beloved. The elevator was under maintenance again. Truthfully it was because the residents kept getting caught having elevator sex.
She entered the apartment quietly, and when she turned she could see where their kitchen connected to the entryway. Spencer stood there, facing away from her. taking groceries out of their bags and tidying up the space.
Bex bit her lip to curb a cheeky smile that erupted when she bounced over and draped herself across Spencer's back. Her arms snaked around Spencer's neck and connected at her chest, and her chestnut curls tickled Spencer's cheek when she pressed a soft kiss to her neck. Her familiar lavender smell tickled Bex's nose.
Spencer let out a slight "oof!" at the sudden weight, but quickly gripped Bex's thighs to lift her up so she wouldn't have to tippy toe to kiss her more.
Standing half a foot taller than Bex, Spencer was always picking up her tiny girlfriend and flinging her around. Bex would tell anyone who listened that she hated it because she wasn't even that short. But Spencer knew Bex loved it. She had a thing for manhandling. In private, she reminded herself. Bex would scalp her waist length hair if she tried it in public.
"Did you stop to eat while you were out?" Spencer bounced Bex up once for support, but then decided it would be better to face each other. She gripped the top of her right thigh and swung her over to rest on her front, so their chests were touching.
