Taking a Bite from the Big Apple (Complete)

8

Cheryl shuddered one last time and rolled off of her girlfriend, sighing deliriously as her head hit the pillow.

“Amazing. Absolutely amazing. How many times is that?” she asked, turning her head to look at the brunette.

After they’d officially become girlfriends and both of their insecurities about what the other wanted slipped away, the fire they had for each other that they’d had to quell for so many weeks dictated that one time simply wasn’t good enough and both had found it hard to keep their hands off of each other since. Well, really, it hadn’t been hard so much as they just gave into their desire, eagerly reciprocated on both sides, as the minutes and hours were lost to passion.

“Stopped counting after three,” Toni sighed dreamily, pulling the redhead to her.

They stayed quiet for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow until Cheryl registered the contemplative look on the brunette’s face.

“What’cha thinking ‘bout?”

“Just that I’m really glad I shaved my legs this morning,” Toni replied, deadpan.

Cheryl giggled and playfully hit her on the arm.

“What were you really thinking about?”

Toni smiled and leaned down for a chaste kiss.

“You’ve no class tomorrow afternoon, right?”

“Nope. Hey, how’d you know?”

Tara looked at her disbelievingly and chuckled.

“Your schedule is taped onto the fridge, coded into like five different colours. I had it memorised by about the third time I needed the milk.”

Cheryl blushed and teasingly tweaked one of her girlfriend’s nipples, not expecting it to elicite a soft moan from above.

“I like to be organised. And the colours make it stand out so I don’t need to waste time. All about time management. Quicker you can do something the better,” she reasoned.

Toni propped herself up on one elbow and trailed one hand mischievously down the redhead’s body.

“Slow can be good too…”

“Mmhh, slow can be very good, baby,” Cheryl purred.

Toni stopped her actions and looked up, a delighted grin on her face.

“You called me baby.”

“You don’t like it? It just came out, I can call you-”

“No, I love it. I love that you have a pet name for me. I’m your baby.”

“You’re my baby,” Cheryl confirmed and leaned over for a sweet kiss before Toni pulled back frowning, making Cheryl furrow her brow, “What’s with the frowny face?”

“I need a name for you. I want a name for you. But I call everyone ‘honey’ or ‘sweetie’ already. And any other name- I've probably called you it during sex at least once”

“Well, you can still call me those. My heart goes crazy when you call me sweetie.”

“It does? Oh, sweetie,” Toni used the term without even meaning to and Cheryl grabbed her hand, putting it over her heart, where the brunette could feel the erratic beating, “Wow. I wonder if others would have the same effect. Hmm… Cutie? Snookums? Cupcake? Princess? You know, I think maybe I’ll just call you beautiful.”

“Maybe you should just call me yours, but Princess does have a nice ring to it” Cheryl replied with a laugh and pulled Toni on top of her, caressing her back as they started to kiss. She suddenly remembered they had an unfinished conversation and pulled back, “What was that about my classes?”