Cheryl's POV
Cheryl kneeled on the kitchen stool adjacent to the one Toni was sitting on. The brown eyed woman was attempting to eat a bowl of cereal and drink her coffee in peace but Cheryl was obviously making that out to be a difficult task. Mostly, because she had her face approximately a centimeter away from Toni's and darted her tongue out to swipe at her wife's cheek at random times.
"Admit it."
"Leave me alone."
"Just admit it."
"Cher, I just want to eat my breakfast. Can you back up a little?"
"I will when you admit it."
"What am I admitting again?"
She squinted her eyes in annoyance. She hated when Toni feigned ignorance just to piss her off. "That I am better at sex than you are."
"How do you figure that?"
"Simple, there was a contest based on sexual skill and I won."
"That doesn't make you better than me."
"Oh, but it does. Now say it."
Toni dropped her spoon into the almost empty bowl and rubbed at her temples with her eyes closed.
"Alright fine, what do you want me to say?"
"Say 'My name is Toni Topaz-Blossom and my wife, Cheryl Topaz-Blossom is better than me at sex."
Toni sighed and turned to completely give Cheryl the attention she desired. Toni scoffed when she saw that Cheryl had her phone held up and she was ready to record the statement.
"My name is Toni Topaz-Blossom and my delusional, psychotic wife, Cheryl Topaz-Blossom, is better than me at sex." Cheryl laughed at Toni's wide toothy smile into the camera.
"Good, now say you wish your tongue game was as masterfully skilled as mine."
"I'm not saying that," Toni answered with a straight face.
"You are no fun," she said with a pout and ended the video.
"I'm plenty of fun, if your constant screaming in the bedroom is any indication," Toni said with a smug smile on her face.
Cheryl smacked her on the shoulder with a gasp. "I think you're a little too cocky for someone who just declared themselves the second best in the house."
"Yeah, well I guess I'll have to redeem myself. And you know what? I think I'll start now."
Cheryl was pulled abruptly onto Toni's lap and the older woman assaulted her neck with sloppy kisses meant to tickle more than arouse. She laughed and braced herself on Toni's shoulders making a half-assed effort to push her away.
"Toni stop! You'll smudge your lipstick!"
"I'm not wearing any," she heard mumbled under her chin.
"Then you'll wrinkle your shirt."
"Starched and wrinkle-proof. Stop making excuses to get me to cease my kiss attack."
"I don't like it, it's not doing anything to stimulate me."
Toni pulled away and quirked an eyebrow. "You want to be stimulated?"
"No-well-I." She paused to stop herself from stuttering anymore. "I'm just saying. You're being more annoying than anything else."
"So I should stimulate you is what you're saying."
