Be back soon x
Kimberley reread the small, yellow sticky note that she had found stuck to her right bum cheek and laughed. "Cheeky thing," she mumbled to herself before squealing, kicking the cover off her naked body in the process.
Bringing her hands up, she cupped the sides of her face, shaking her head in disbelief. Never in a million years did she think her and Cheryl would get to such a point, even more so, into a relationship. It was overwhelming.
The previous night was still scratched into her memory, every loving touch, every passionate kiss, every tender word spoken and obscenity moaned.
It was truly amazing.
Cheryl was a phenomenal lover, taking time to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, telling her things so deep and profound that it brought her close to tears. Even when they weren't making love she found ways to make her feel like the sexiest woman alive.
"F*cking hell..." she let out, her mind still comprehending it.
Not even bothering to put any clothes on, she climbed out of bed and made her way downstairs, noticing that Cheryl's bag had gone from the hall as she headed in the direction of the kitchen.
What the Geordie was up to or where she was hadn't even crossed her mind as she made herself a cup of tea, her head in the clouds.
She smiled when the door opened, the sound of it shutting echoing down the hallway, the rustling of bags indicating Cheryl had been to the shops.
"Are you seriously tryin' to kill us?"
She turned and giggled, watching as the woman walked towards her holding a couple of brown paper bags in one hand and a bunch of flowers in the other.
Cheryl cheekily winked as she approached her girlfriend, leaning down she kissed her behind. "I'm back," she joked. "Miss me?"
"Very funny!" Kimberley responded, raising a brow when she held out the flowers. "What are they for?"
"For being so f*ckin' amazin'!"
Gushing, she accepted them with a smile. "And they say romance is dead! Where did you find a florist open at this time?" she asked before leaning forward to give her a kiss.
Cheryl giggled, her hand reaching up to cup her cheek. "Dunno if you've heard of it... a little place called the BP Garage? I'll tell you though... I only popped out for a McDonald's and ended up being out for ages," she spoke inbetween kisses.
"People asking for autographs?"
"And pictues!" Pulling away, she gestured to her appearance. "And look at the state of me!"
Kimberley scrunched up her nose. "You look as gorgeous as ever," she protest, extending her arms around her waist and pulling her closer. She smirked as she began to kiss her way up her neck, stopping only to bite down gently on her lobe. "Did you get me a McMuffin?"
Bursting into a fit of giggles, Cheryl collapsed into the embrace, still holding the brown paper bags. "Well, we all know how you like a bit of muffin," was her cheeky response, stroking up and down Kimberley's bare back with her free hand.
"Dirty."
"I'm not the one walkin' about in me birthday suit," she gasped whilst pulling back and casting an eye over her curvaceous body, one of her perfectly groomed brows raised.
Kimberley laughed. "Why? Is it a problem?"
"For me eyes, no," beamed Cheryl. "But for me labedo... it's a f*ckin' disaster," she continued. Scanning her body once more, she blushed slightly. "Aye, absolute catastrophe."
To her, Kimberley's body was utterly desirable, a materpiece that could mezmerize anybody.
"So, what did you get me out of McDonald's?"
"Your favourite," Cheryl chirped as she sat the bags down onto the table and began pulling everything out. "Sausage and egg McMuffin with an extra hash brown and an orange juice."
"And what did you get?"
"The same," she answered, stealing sneaky peeks as Kimberley bent down to pick up the tea bag she had dropped. "I think you should go and put some clothes on," she gulped, half laughing. "It's seriously really distracting."
With a glint in her eye, Kimberley made her way to the door. "Be back in a minute."
As she watched her shapely behind disappear, Cheryl tapped her fingers impatiently on the table, biting down on her bottom lip. "F*ckin' hell," she silently cursed to herself.
Growing more impatient, she maked her way to the foot of the stairs. "Kimberley!?" she called, but received no response. "Kimberley!?"
Sighing, she made her way up. "What are you doin'?" she grinned as she walked along the hall. "Knitting yourself a new pair of jammies?"
