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Fantasia stirred in the bed, burying her face into Taraji's warm neck. The sun peeked through the blinds, letting her know it was morning. Fantasia loved Sunday mornings. When she was home in her palace, her parents treated Sunday as their lazy days, doing whatever they wanted and handling no business. Some Sundays they would take the car for a drive out to the countryside and spend the day in the fields, watching Fantasia run free. As Fantasia lay with Taraji, the thought of introducing Taraji to a lazy Sunday intrigued her. They had shared a wonderful night the night before and Taraji had put so much thought into it. Fantasia sharing a little part of her life would mean so much to Taraji and would be a lovely way to pay her back for the trouble she had gone through. Fantasia sat up gingerly, doing her best not to wake the other princess and grabbed her phone.

Hey Dani, could you and Gina do me a favor today?

Fantasia got up, walking to the bathroom to do her morning routine while waiting on a text back.

Dani

Anything for my princess. What you need?

Fantasia thought for a moment, making a mental list of all of the things she would need for the day. She knew she wanted to be out for a while, but she wasn't sure for how long. She didn't want to plan their day to the minute, because it would ruin the point of a lazy Sunday, but she wanted Taraji to feel like she put thought into it.

I need you to run to a store and pick up a few things that Taraji might like please.

Dani

We got you. When you need it?

Sometime early this afternoon. Take my car. Take your time.  Thanks.

Dani

Not a problem :)

Fantasia went to get back in the bed, but paused when she noticed Taraji staring up at her.

"Good morning, pretty," Taraji greeted sitting up. She sat  up against the headboard, reaching out for Fantasia to join her. Fantasia took it as her sign to straddle Taraji's legs, cuddling herself close and putting their foreheads together.

"Morning. Did I wake you up?" Taraji shook her head, turning her head to give Fantasia a kiss on the cheek and hugging her closer. "Do you have plans for today?"

"No ma'am. I'm all yours for the day if you want. Or if you have plans I completely understand." Fantasia smiled and kissed the  shoulder underneath her, trying to become more comfortable with small gestures like that. She felt Taraji's hands give her a little squeeze in response to it and decided that it was one that would stay.

"I wanted to have a lazy Sunday with you if that's okay. Me and my parents used to have them every week and I wanted to share that with you. I only have one thing planned and we can do that whenever we want," Fantasia explained. Taraji's heart felt all types of warmth at the thought of Fantasia sharing something so special with her.

"I would love to spend a lazy Sunday with you." Taraji pulled back from their hug, delivering a quick kiss to Fantasia's lips. Fantasia followed her lips, wanting another kiss and Taraji complied, giving serial small kisses until Fantasia caught Taraji's bottom lip between her teeth gently. She didn't let it go until Taraji kissed her back longer, resulting in them kissing each other until they couldn't breathe. Taraji had not expected Fantasia to get so good at kissing so fast, but anything Taraji did, Fantasia picked up on, adapting quickly and using it back on Taraji. What was supposed to be something small and innocent between them became  a 20 minute make out session, resulting in Taraji pushing Fantasia back onto the bed to lay down and Taraji settling between her legs. Fantasia felt a warm feeling pool in her stomach and a throbbing between her legs that was becoming a familiar feeling since being with Taraji. She tried to keep it off of her mind, the sensation of Taraji on top of her feeling too good to be bothered with anything else, but it persisted and got stronger. Taraji pecked at Fantasia's lips a few more times before sitting back up. "You okay? We got a little carried away there." Fantasia was breathing heavily, her eyes still closed. 

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