50 shades of lesbian love (girlxgirl)

Nutella

Crepes were somewhat of a speciality of mine. I didn't even care that Ellie teased me mercilessly for being "almost French!" – they were delicious and I was good at making them, so whatever. I even liked to hum to myself while I scooped the batter onto the griddle, the tune of Frensh pop songs I'd listened to as a child and the American song's I'd listened to when I was a little older. I always had a thing for french music and food.

When done I slid them off and onto a plate, sprinkling them with sugar and leaving them on top of the unlit rings of the cooker. I made three for myself and three for Ellie, sliding across the floor towards the fridge once I was done cooking and taking out some fresh strawberries I'd picked up while at a local market the evening before. I diced them with a fruit knife and used them to decorate the plate, smiling contently to myself at the finished product.

I put the two plates on a tray then reached up to the shelf above my head, pulling down a jar of Nutella and placing it on the tray as well, knowing that Ellie liked to fill the middle of her crepes with chocolate before eating them. My plan was for us to have breakfast in bed and then spend the rest of the day chilling, given that it was obscenely rare for both of us to be given a day off from work at the same time.

I never quite made it as far as the bedroom though – when I lifted the tray I simultaneously felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "Ellie..." I hummed in way of greeting, feeling a nose burying into the nape of my neck through my hair.
"When I woke up you were gone," the blonde murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep and slightly distorted through the mass of hair.
"I was making you breakfast my love," I told her, placing the tray back on the worktop and turning in the shorter woman's embrace.

"Well I know that now," Ellie smiled up at me, momentarily side tracked by the way light streaming in the kitchen window caught in my golden hair and illuminated the side of my face. "What were you making?" Ellie added thoughtfully, shuffling us both to one side so she could get a look at the tray behind my body. "Oh, I thought I smelled crepes."

"Mm, I figure I may as well feed you so there's at least one day you're not running out the door with a piece of toast in your hand," I teased, my hands moving down Ellie's back to rest on her ass over her pyjama bottoms.

"You're too good to me," Ellie replied, placing a quick kiss into the curve of my neck and leaving her head there to rest and absorb my scent. "You even have Nutella."

"Well I know it's your favourite," I reminded her, my eyes fluttering at the feeling of Ellie's breath waving across my neck.

"No, you're my favourite," Ellie corrected, her voice muffled against my skin. "It's a very close second though."

"Are you saying your love for me is almost equalled by chocolate spread?" I tried to sound offended, even though I was currently finding my girlfriend ridiculously cute.

"All I'm saying..." Ellie started slowly, her voice getting lower as a sudden image crossed through her mind. "Is that I'd quit like to have you and Nutella at the same time if at all possible."

"Oh, and how do you suggest that be done?" Though I almost certainly caught her drift.

"I mean I'm sure there's a way of creating a Phoebe-nutella hybrid," ( she watched too many science-fiction series tho ) Ellie suggested innocently, her sweet tone never faltering even as she pushed me back until I was sitting on the counter. "Though that could take months," she continued, her fingers curling casually around the waistband of my pyjama shorts.

"It could," I agreed, steadying myself on my palms and lifting my ass off the counter to allow Ellie to have her way.

She tugged down the shorts and lace underwear in a movement mastered after months of daily practice. She used her hips to nudge my legs apart, and she stepped between them, staring up at me on the counter like I was on a plate about to be devoured.