Hey. Well. No excuses. This is pure smut. Literally all smut. Skip it if it's not your thing, you won't miss anything because, literally, it's just fucking smutty smut. I will likely burn in hell for this, I have no idea where it even came from. It's just smut. Enjoy, folks.
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Cheryl stirred her spoon into the cocoa with a smile, adding a dash of crème liqueur, and tossing her hair over her shoulder as she heard the door to her bedroom creak open gently.
"Did Nana Rose enjoy her book?" She posed softly, hearing a floorboard creak underfoot as Toni crept into the room.
"Doesn't she always when I'm the one reading it?"
Cheryl rolled her eyes.
"I thought I'd make us cocoa for your first night back, as you'd grown so accustomed to it at Veronica's, would you care for a dash of liqueur, my love-"
She turned as she spoke, her words falling short in her mouth as she happened upon the sight of Toni stepping out of her jeans, her hair cascading into her face.
The true surprise of it all, of course, that really deadened her tongue, came as she raised her little head, a pair of neat, black spectacles sitting perched upon her face.
She was wearing her reading glasses.
Finally.
Cheryl dragged her gaze over them, noting the sleek maturity which they provided to the usually so free-spirited Toni and she sucked in a small gasp, swallowing it thickly.
Fuck.
"Yeah, thanks, Cher. That's sweet of you. I'll take whatever." Toni murmured, bundling her jeans into a ball and tossing them onto an empty chair, glancing quizzically at Cheryl.
She watched as Toni's eyes flitted slowly over the pale skin of her legs that poked out from beneath her nightgown and she bristled, placing the spoon onto the tray behind her.
"What?" Toni tested slowly, an eyebrow crawling up her forehead.
Cheryl scraped her bottom lip between her teeth, replacing the slim strap of her nightwear as it slipped gently from her shoulder.
"You're wearing your glasses." She explained with laboured breath, her fingers twitching restlessly at her sides, "I've never seen them before."
A smirk grew quickly across Toni's face as she crossed her arms over her chest, her t-shirt riding up ever so slightly with the movement to expose a small portion of tanned, toned stomach to Cheryl's eager eyes.
"Don't tell me even these do it for you too, Cheryl?"
Cheryl stepped over to her slowly, Toni's arms unwinding to hang next to her thighs, and reached up to hook pink hair behind Toni's ear.
"Don't blame me," Cheryl murmured lowly, taking a moment to further examine the complementary nature of the glasses on Toni's face, "You're the one looking like this in everything you wear."
The words were both accusatory and complimentary and Toni seemed to notice this, a light chuckle ghosting from her mouth and over Cheryl's face as pale fingers lifted to take the frames delicately from her head. Locking eyes with Toni, Cheryl threw them gently onto a nearby chair and drifted a finger slowly along Toni's jawline, down the slender curve of her throat to dip teasingly into the rounded neck of her t-shirt.
Toni's chest quivered beneath her touch, her eyes growing dark.
"I'm not putting my serpent jacket on for you tonight, Cheryl."
Cheryl bit her lip, hands trailing over Toni's bare stomach to hook into the front of her t-shirt.
"Good. I'd prefer you to be taking off rather than putting on, Toni."
