Toni's POV
Toni woke up with a grunt and lifted her head to find the source of the noise that woke her up. She flailed an arm out, expecting it to connect with her wife, but all she hit was mattress. And then she heard another sound like a quiet voice come from the bathroom. She rose up on one arm and used the other to rub at her eyes. She shook her head around and then pushed her hair away from her face. She decided to stretch like a baby after a nap, complete with the dinosaur noises, for a few more moments before she sat up completely. Cheryl's voice was heard in the bathroom and she strained her ears to hear it.
"Aye yo cutie! Lemme show how to keep the dice rollin' when you doing that thang over there homie!"
"What the fuck?" she mumbled to herself and stood up to investigate further. She couldn't decipher anything else Cheryl was saying because her rap was going so fast, but it sounded like Busta Rhymes.
She stood by the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and a small smile on her face. Cheryl was rapping to the puppy, who was sitting on the counter, using her toothbrush as a makeshift microphone. It was cutest thing she had ever seen and she wished she had her phone to record it. It would go wonderfully with her video of Cheryl belting Whitney Houston songs.
She imagined Cheryl doing the exact same thing, but instead of it being Shithead, it would be to their son or daughter. She imagined the little kid laughing or muttering nonsense, believing that they were keeping up with their mother's rap. The thought of doing this again in two or three years appealed to her greatly and she was beaming by the time Cheryl stopped rapping and continued to brush her teeth while shimmying her shoulders.
"Well done," she clapped, catching Cheryl's attention. Her wife jumped up and Shithead barked at her intrusion. "Who knew you could rap? I should start calling you C-Money."
"Fuck TT! You can't sneak up on me like that you little shit! Damn near gave me a heart attack." Cheryl was dramatically clutching her chest and glaring at her, but Toni could only smile.
"I would apologize, but I'm not really sorry."
"I know you're not, you dick."
"It's a little early for insults isn't it," Toni teased, enjoying getting Cheryl annoyed so early in the morning.
"Well you're a megawatt asshole right now and it's not even eight. So no, it's not too early for me to insult you."
"So rude!" Toni gasped, pretending to be scandalized. "I might have to punish you for that, Cher."
"Is that so? I'd like to see you try, TT," Cheryl challenged right back. To Toni, this was the best part of the day. She rushed in, picked Cheryl up by her waist and propped her up on the counter next to the sink. She stood between her parted thighs and roughly cupped her center over her thin boy shorts.
"Fuck," Cheryl whispered with her eyes closed and she grinded herself against Toni's hand. Toni pulled away slightly, almost laughing at Cheryl's dejected appearance.
"I'll take that sorry now."
"You'll be the one who's sorry if you don't finish what you just started."
"Is that a threat? From what I can see, you fate lies in my hand. Literally." She accentuated her statement with another small squeeze.
"Toniii," Cheryl whined when Toni moved her hand to Cheryl's inner thigh and began to massage that spot instead.
"Honestly baby? In front of the dog?" She fake 'tsk'ed and picked up her toothbrush and the toothpaste. She ignored Cheryl's annoyed look and began to brush her teeth with a slight smirk.
