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Vaggie liked her life.
She liked her hair, how long it was finally getting after a long struggle with finding the right products to use, she liked the eyepatch she wore over what once was her eye and how it made her feel a little better about herself.
She liked the smell of honey and vanilla on her pillows when she buried her face in them after a long day at work, she liked their crappy, run down apartment on the wrong side of town and she liked their cheap floors, and the astoundingly cheap laundromat on the next street over.
But when Vaggie woke up every morning what she liked the most, by far, was Charlie Morningstar.
Tall, pale, loud Charlie Morningstar who snored and wrapped her lanky limbs around Vaggie’s waist during her sleep and drooled all over the area of her sleep shirt that covered her boobs.
Charlie Morningstar who was her girlfriend.
Girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend. Charlie Morningstar was her girlfriend.
Like, full blown, committed, serious relationship girlfriend. Like, I’m totally in love with you girlfriend. We moved in together girlfriend.
Vaggie’s heart danced around in her chest just at the thought.
So yeah, Vaggie liked, no, scratch that, loved her life.
Loved it so much in fact, that she was willing to rise above her distaste for being up early, and untangle herself from her girlfriend’s arms to make them breakfast.
Vaggie snuck out of their bedroom, slow and steady, careful not to step on the particular floor board that squeaked impossibly loud that their landlord had yet to fix (Damn you, Alastor), and made her way to the bathroom.
After only mildly aggressively washing her face and tying her hair back with the biggest claw clip they own (She has a lot of hair, okay?), she once again danced around the floorboards and stepped into the kitchen.
Vaggie yawned and stretched her arms above her head, the type of stretch that makes you want to fall over, but she fights the urge to lay on the floor, and gets started on some tea.
Most would drink coffee, their next door neighbor found it ridiculous to drink tea, of all things, first thing in the morning, but Charlie begged to differ, stating she needed to be as calm as possible to face the day ahead.
And Vaggie, well, Vaggie drank tea, too. Because Charlie drank tea, and she didn’t like to drink it alone, and Vaggie loved Charlie more than any cup of coffee she could ever have.
But, anyways, Vaggie continued her breakfast makings, eggs, toast, bacon, and of course, tea, with a little sugar, just the way Charlie liked.
As Vaggie carefully laid two thin slices of bacon down on the sizzling pan, she felt two cold arms wrap around her waist and slide under her shirt to paw at her stomach, a pair of lips dropping a chaste kiss on the curve between her shoulder and her neck.
“Good morning, hun. Sleep well?” She smiled, grabbing the spatula near the stove to press down on the bacon.
She felt Charlie squeeze her a little harder, inhaling and rubbing her lips against her girlfriend’s skin, “Mhm… Missed you..”
Vaggie chuckled fondly, “I’ve only been gone for 15 minutes, hun. You were asleep.” She flipped the bacon, the smell filling up their apartment in the way she had craved.
Charlie stayed quiet, choosing to press more kisses along Vaggie’s neck, pressing down a little harder on her pulse point, sneakily sneaking her hands along her middle.
Vaggie shivered, dropping the spatula on the counter, the cold air hit her chest as Charlie lifted her shirt up, cupping one of her breasts with one hand and thumbing her nipple.
Vaggie gasped, “Charlie… not now, the food will burn…” She whispered, a flush rising in her cheeks, feigning concern as if her underwear wasn’t growing increasingly damp by the second.
“The food can wait,” Charlie spoke up a little louder, voice still low and groggy with sleep, as she reached forward and turned off the stove.
The taller picked up her girlfriend, hands on her thighs and sat her down on their kitchen table, spreading her legs and kneeling down on the floor, nosing at one of Vaggie’s thighs.
“Wanna make you feel good,” She said, and Vaggie could only focus on Charlie’s breath hitting her thigh and the fact that their height difference was so apparent, she could be sat down at a table and Charlie could be kneeling on the floor and she would still be at knee level.
“Help me take these off?” Charlie said, tracing a finger along Vaggie’s sleep shorts.
Vaggie considered her options. She could either say no, get down from the table, go change her now drenched underwear, and continue cooking breakfast, ignoring her girlfriend’s pleads, or she could take her shorts off, and stain their table with slick.
Vaggie never liked this table much anyways.
She pulled her stretchy waistband down, lifting her hips with Charlie’s aid, and letting her girlfriend slide them, along with her underwear, down her legs.
Dropping the clothing on the floor, Charlie focused back on her girlfriend, using her hand to lift Vaggie’s thigh a little, leaving open mouthed kisses along her inner thigh.
Vaggie squirmed when Charlie sucked a mark into her skin, one only they could see, like their own little secret, “Charlie, don’t tease..”
Charlie never broke their eye contact as she brought Vaggie a little closer to the edge of the table, her breath against her clit, and a smirk on her lips.
Charlie licked over Vaggie’s folds, avoiding her clit on purpose, watching as her girlfriend’s whimpers and twitches, “But you make it so fun for me,” She placed a peck on Vaggie’s needy clit.
Charlie kept teasing, lapping up Vaggie’s slick as it leaked from her entrance and sucking at her lips, never pushing her tongue inside and nosing at her clit.
Vaggie tangled her hand in Charlie’s hair, petting her ear lightly, “Hun, please, no more teasing..” She whined. Charlie pulled away, laying her head down on her girlfriend’s thigh for a moment, “You look so pretty when you beg.”
With that, she slotted her mouth against the whole of Vaggie’s pussy, sucking, encouraging her to put her legs over her shoulder and crossing them on her back.
“Mmph– Fuck, Charlie–“ Vaggie moaned, Charlie hummed, sucking on her clit lightly, drawing more whimpers from her love, and then dipping her tongue inside her pussy.
Vaggie pulled at Charlie’s hair, rough, and her girlfriend moaned against her, continuing to work her tongue in, lapping at her like a dog, reaching down to rub at her own pussy.
“F-Fuck– Charlie..” Vaggie squirmed more, tightening her legs around her girlfriend, trying her best not to kick her.
Charlie moaned, slick dripping down her chin as she moved to suck on Vaggie’s clit before going to stuff her hole with her tongue, desperate to see her girlfriend come on her mouth. She pushed her own underwear to the side, working her fingers into herself in one smooth glide, moaning into Vaggie, who started to rock her hips against her girlfriend’s face.
The taller snuck her arm around Vaggie and against her lower back, guiding to rock her hips against her face.
“I-I’m close– Ah, Charlie– Please...“ Complying to her girlfriend’s reckless begging, Charlie focused on sucking her girlfriend’s clit with rhythmic flicks of her tongue, timing them with the thrusts of her own fingers against her sweet spot, her hips squirming and pussy leaking on the floor.
Vaggie came, sudden and intense, with a silent scream and a strong pull of Charlie’s blonde hair, rolling her hips against her girlfriend’s face, who came all over herself after a couple more well timed thrusts.
After they regained their breath, Charlie stood up on shaky legs, a stupid, pussy-drunk smile on her face, as she gave her girlfriend a big kiss, sneaking her tongue into her mouth and letting her taste her own cum.
Charlie pulled away and Vaggie wrapped her arms around her shoulders, resting their foreheads against each other, “Love you.” Charlie whispered.
“Mm.. love you too, hun.”
Vaggie loved her girlfriend, in a crappy apartment, in a stained kitchen table, everyday.