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“Why not?”
“TT—"
“No, seriously! Why not?”
“Antoinette, that is absolutely ridiculous.” Cheryl walks over to Toni and hands her a stack of silk nightgowns. “You’re not sleeping in those net-tights that you’re wearing right now, no matter how…” her eyes get lost traveling over Toni’s legs and Toni smirks “…good they make you look.” She straightens up. “And you’re certainly not sleeping on the floor on some plebeian cushioning cot. Have your pick of the gowns and take your place on the bed next to me.”
“Careful, bombshell,” Toni warns, smiling and picking a royal blue nightgown from the pile. “You’re pampering me.”
“Toni, I’ve waited my entire tumultuous life to spoil a girl rotten. The least you can do is accept,” Cheryl reasons, turning to face her girlfriend with a pout.
Toni rolls her eyes. “I know, baby. Come ’ere.” She pulls Cheryl in for a kiss, leaning backwards reflexively and losing her balance to fall back on the bed with a soft thud and an even softer giggle against Cheryl’s lips.
“Eager, are we?” Cheryl taunts, raising an eyebrow. “First you barge in on my niece’s piano lesson, claiming to have been ’in a fight with your uncle,’ then you demand a space on my floor, now you fail to be discreet about wanting into my pants?” The redhead jokes, running her fingers across the silky material on Toni’s chest.
“Mm, that’s not how I remember it, Cher,” Toni disagrees. “I walked in to catch up with you, said hi to Julie, wanted to keep my own clothes on, and you pushed me onto your bed.”
Cheryl looks indignant, mouth wide. “Antoinette, you paint me as a scoundrel!”
Toni laughs. “I love how you talk like that, always. Like some upperclass Englishwoman who thinks everyone and their tea is beneath you.”
Cheryl scoffs. “I may be upperclass, but I’m unfortunately not British.” She leans in and gives Toni a sloppy kiss. “Buy me Emma Watson and I’ll learn the accent.”
Toni runs her hands up Cheryl’s sides, savoring how good she looks. “Mm, you WOULD like Emma Watson, now wouldn’t you?”
Cheryl’s breath hitches and she shivers, reacting to Toni’s touch. “Would you quit talking about another woman while I’m literally straddling your lap?” She attempts to regain power.
Toni shrugs, squinting and dropping her voice to a murmur. “You brought her up.”
Cheryl purses her lips and lowers her head to Toni’s ear. “Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve been alone in this house?”
Toni jumps slightly and feels herself throbbing below at the feeling of Cheryl’s lips against her earlobe and the sound of her voice in her ear.
“Since Polly left her camp in my guest room to give us some…” Cheryl bites Toni’s bottom lip possessively, dragging it slowly downwards and releasing it with a pop. “…privacy?”
Ton gulps, at a loss for words. “F-five days, I think.” Her mind goes fuzzy and her heartbeat races.
Cheryl moves downwards, gently undoing the buttons on Toni’s borrowed silk nightgown and making a line of wet kisses down her stomach. Toni’s eyes close immediately in pleasure and her head presses back hard into the pillow.
“Too long,” Cheryl husks, grasping at the back of Toni’s gown and pulling it out from under her. Her hands fly to Toni’s warm breasts, massaging them with the tips of her fingers as Toni groans incoherently.
