Taking a Bite from the Big Apple (Complete)

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Toni grabbed the tray she had put an assortment of items on and walked from the kitchen into the living room, where Cheryl was sitting on the sofa, her knees pulled to her chest, watching cartoons with a pout on her face. The brunette put the tray on the coffee table and stood in front of her girlfriend.

“Scoot.”

“What?” Cheryl asked, still sullen.

“Scoot up.”

Cheryl wordlessly scooted up on the couch and felt Toni sit behind her, before pulling her back, letting her use her as a backrest. The brunette grabbed the tub of ice-cream from the tray, popped the lid and put a spoon in it, handing it to the smaller girl, took the remote and turned the DVD player on, then picked up the last item on the tray, a newly-filled hot water bottle and held it to her girlfriend’s tummy with both hands. Cheryl spun her head around and looked at her, dazed.

“How did you know?”

Toni smirked and cuddled in closer.

“You wore pants to bed last night, which you only rarely do, you woke up grumpy and…your boobs have been a little bigger the past couple of days.”

“They have?” Cheryl asked, looking down and pulling at the collar of her pyjama top to look at her chest.

“Yep,” Toni replied, resting her head on the redhead’s shoulder, and reached around to cup both of the smaller girl’s breasts though her shirt, “Little bit more than a handful now.”

“I thought you said you liked small breasts?”

“I like your breasts. No matter what size or shape. Besides, what kinda girlfriend would I be if I can’t even tell when my favourite girl has her period?”

Cheryl felt a few tears come to her eye and Toni gave her a kiss on the neck.

“No need to cry, honey,” she joked.

“You’re just so amazing,” Cheryl started sobbing in response, “And you got me ice-cream and a hot water bottle and cuddles and there was a puppy and he jumped into the toilet paper and got lost and it was so sad!”

“It’s okay,” Toni soothed, assuming the girl was talking about an advertisement on the television, “He probably loved it in there, all soft and warm, and then a nice family came and picked him up-”

“And he lived happily ever after?” Cheryl asked hopefully, through sniffles.

“Well, now you’ve gone and ruined the ending. I set Mean Girls up earlier, wanna watch?”

Cheryl nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes and spooned some ice-cream into her mouth.

“If Tina Fey and Lindsey Lohan can’t cheer you up, I don’t know what can,” Toni said as she pressed the play button and settled them into a comfy position, “Want me to rub your tummy?”

“Please,” Cheryl replied through mouthfuls, “Wan’ ‘ome?”

Toni put her hand under the hot water bottle and pulled at the smaller girl’s pyjama top, starting a light rubbing motion over the skin of her tender tummy, leaning her head forward to accept the spoon of ice-cream that was being offered as the movie started.

“You feel any better?” she whispered, twenty minutes later, not having let up her rubbing and having to stifle a giggle when she saw almost the entire tub of ice-cream had been devoured.

“Little,” Cheryl said sheepishly, “I like the tummy-rubs.”

“You can have them anytime you want.”