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Frankie grumbled, turning over where she lay, trying to find a comfortable position. She had a cold. A very minor thing in theory, but boy, did that make everything worse. Her back was sore, her legs were sore, a faint tinge of headache crept up the back of her skull - not enough to warrant using any of their ibuprofen, though... Sniffles and sore throat followed her through the night. It was a wonder she hadn’t gotten Andi sick yet.

She could, though, rectify the problem of being hungry. Try as she did to fall back asleep, it gnawed at her, eventually making its presence more obvious with a growl for attention. A playful pat to the surface of her stomach earned another.

Frankie peered over her shoulder. Andi lay sound asleep. If she stayed out of bed too long, Andi would wake up, missing her warmth... She considered. Fifteen minutes in the kitchen, tops. Yeah, she would make that work.

Swinging her legs out of bed, she gingerly slid from beneath the sheets until feet met floor, and padded off into the kitchen.

Cold air made her skin prickle. She snatched her blanket from the couch to wrap around her shoulders. Now, to the pantry.

Further assessment yielded a rather narrow snack variety, but this would have to do. A bag containing four cinnamon bagels, the dregs of a bulk bag of walnuts, half the carton of orange juice... A pint of strawberry icecream also lurked within the freezer, but she didn’t feel quite that adventurous. That would take too long to finish, anyway.

Sitting down with the bagels at the kitchen table, she undid the twist, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. Gross. It looked like a snail crawled over her.

Sleepiness blanketed her as she nibbled. Her thoughts wandered. Tomorrow would be weekend, thank god. Movies and cuddles remained their only plans. Probably a nap, or three... She watched as her toy creatures chattered amongst themselves. The cat absconded with some sugar packets from the cupboard.

While her more urgent pangs were quelled after the first bagel, they were very tasty, another one seemed logical. All were fresh enough that they were easy to chew. Fluffy bread was very satisfying to tear apart with her teeth.

What movie would they watch? Hopefully something animated... Try as she did to be engaged, Andi’s historical selections bored her to tears. There weren’t enough colors, she thought. Perhaps there was an animated historical movie? That seemed like a nice compromise.

She blinked when she found her hand to be empty. Geez, why didn’t these last longer? Eh, fuck it. She upended the bag, shaking until the final two bagels landed on the table with a soft thump. Might as well finish them. She contaminated the bag with her germs anyway.

She hummed softly to herself as she munched through the third. Absence of hunger became replaced by a comfortable fullness, something that made her feel warm from the inside. Eyes closed, she grumbled contentedly through their cinnamon sweetness. She liked these more than the raisin ones. Their insides were smooth, unobstructed.

They did make her feel a bit dried out, though. She paused to cough (unclear if the fault was of crumbs or her tickly throat). Probably better with butter... She opened her eyes again. Damn, butter! She could’ve put butter on all of these! She tilted her head back with a dramatic groan, but got up to retrieve it for her last bagel. And the orange juice.

Illuminated by moonlight and the open fridge, she finished the last of the tasty bread, brushing back some strands of hair from her face. An abrupt swig of juice caused her to sputter.

"Fuhck-"

She didn’t notice the quiet set of footsteps that entered the kitchen during her next coughing fit. Andi rubbed the sleep from her eyes, leaning against the door jam. Two in the morning... She contemplated saying something, but Frankie’s coughing subsided, so she opted to just observe. Seeing Frankie so comfortable made her heart melt. Barefooted, partially nude, blanket draped haphazardly over her shoulders. Through it all, fuzzy legs and tummy visible for Andi to admire.

She finally made her presence known, "Did you want the icecream?"

Frankie yelped and dropped her butter knife with a clatter.

"Andi!! How long were- Aw man, did I wake you up? I’m sorry-"

"No, no, it’s alright, I had to pee..." She rubbed her face off again before walking over. She noticed the emptied bag on the kitchen table. "Geez, did you eat all of them?" (This was accompanied by a chuckle.)

Frankie affixed her gaze to the carton in her hands, trying to ignore the feeling of pink flushing across her face. "Yeah.."

"Mm."

Andi just grinned, opened the freezer, and wandered back into their bedroom with icecream and spoon.

"Is that- is that for me? Andi!"

Her only clue was giggles and the sound of Andi getting back under the sheets.

"Andi!!"

She slammed close the fridge and trotted after with her juice.

The icecream and spoon were, indeed, for her. Andi curled up at her side while she ate. She wrapped her arms around Frankie as far as they would go, nuzzling into the other woman's plush stomach. (Seemed to be less and less, these days.) She could lay here forever... Soaking up the warmth. Soft gurgles accompanied her ventures, if she nestled deep enough.

Frankie turned on her lamp after spilling some of the strawberry goodness onto her shirt, grumbling something about ‘finally having to wash this now.’ Fabric was pulled up to her face to lick it clean.

"How you doing?"

"'Bout halfway..." Frankie yawned and shifted where she sat. Determined to finish, but equally looking forward to sleep’s return.

"Mm~" Andi closed her eyes and continued to nuzzle.

Frankie had to pause with greater frequency the closer she got to the bottom of the container. The pressure of fullness made her breaths shallower, encouraged her to spread her legs a bit further apart. Andi shifted from lounging to rubbing when she heard Franklin's soft whines.

"Thanks..."

She sighed breathily when she finally finished, setting the carton and spoon on her nightstand.

"You get enough to eat?"

"Well.. As.. much as I want -hic!- more, I also don’t want to.. push -hic!- it..."

A drawn-out groan from her middle seemed to agree.

"That seems wise.."

Andi gently palmed the surface of Frankie’s stomach, feeling the subtle tension below its surface. She couldn’t help but giggle every time she managed to knead out a bubble. The other woman was too sleepy to bother with politeness or pardoning herself.

"We need to get more bagels..." Andi murmured, cheek pressed against skin.

"Mhm... I can.." (she paused to yawn,) "Get those -hic!- tomorrow..."

"You are staying home tomorrow, actually," Andi corrected. "You need to rest. We can get some on Monday."

"Yeah... Ok.."

"We can make arroz caldo in the morning."

"Oh fuck -hic!- yeah.."

Andi giggled and shimmied back upwards, to be hugging Frankie’s chest.

"I'm going back to sleep now. Love you."

"Love you..."

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Sticky granules. Frankie closed her eyes, savoring every spoonful that met her tongue. Rice pudding... Maybe not so special on its own, but with genuine cinnamon and vanilla... She felt decadent as royalty. She wore just her bra, and a pair of boxers that had seen better days.

Andi entered the bedroom, wearing shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt. She carried her own bowl of pudding. She carried a bowl of something else, too. When she sat down before Frankie, she straddled the other’s midsection with her knees.

"You getting enough to eat?"

Frank chuckled. "Do I ever?"

"Rhetorical question. Open."

Andi produced a strawberry from her mystery bowl, tucking it into Frankie’s mouth before the other could comment. The contented grumbles that followed were almost as delicious as the juice dribbling down her chin.

"Fresh fruit, we really are living large this week..."

"Mhm~"

Andi stuck another strawberry into her mouth, watching with eager eyes as she chewed. The majority of straggling hair strands had been tucked behind her ears, as to not get dirty.

"There’s more in the kitchen if you want them later..."

"You’d really make me get up? Cruelty." Frankie feigned offense by touching her wrist to her forehead. "I am but a wilting flower, I-"

"Oh stooop...."

Andi quieted her with another berry, though giggles made their way through the juice.

"You try any yet?" Frankie burbled.

Andi shook her head.

Frankie smirked. "Mhmmm~ Well...."

With that, Frankie pulled her in for a kiss, slow and wet. Andi relished in their exchange’s sweetness. She wrapped her arms around Frank, fingers sinking into the shorter woman’s back. Digits located ripples of muscle that lurked beneath a thick layer of fat... She extracted herself from the kiss to land her mouth on the other’s neck. Frankie gasped.

"Andi!!"

"Mmm?~"

After a brief moment of consideration, (and making sure their bowls were safely stowed on the nightstand,) Frank firmly planted her hands on Andi’s sides. Practically no fat by comparison. Delicate. Her thumbs rubbed circles, feeling the bones beneath.

"Wanna dance?~"

Andi’s lips parted from Frank’s neck. "Please."

With a smirk (and somewhat dark chuckle), Franklin scooped her up, then rolled them both over. Her thighs straddled Andi’s abdomen, holding the taller woman firmly in place.

Andi gasped when her back met the bed. This feeling never got old. The rush of being pinned down, the beaming face above her, the sheer heaviness of Frank shoving down on top of her body...

Frankie leaned forwards. Her stomach pressed against Andi’s chest, firmly full but ever greedy. Her breasts loomed not far above the other’s face.

"Want me to take off my bra?"

"YES."

With a contented hum, she obliged. The fabric was discarded to the floor without a second thought.

"And now what would you like?" Frankie cooed.

Andi watched the beauty before her in awe. Hair and stretch marks speckled Frankie’s surface, a texture explored by loving hands.

"Closer."

She bent her elbows, leaning further down. Andi let herself be smothered momentarily. Supple flesh covered her nose, her eyes... She could live here. This comfortable darkness. (If she didn't need to breathe, anyway.) She stayed put until her chest felt tinglingly tight. When she resurfaced, she moved to bite into the side of a convenient breast. The resulting yip earned a smirk around her teeth.

"You wanna eat me alive today, jeez! ...Can you bite my ass later?"

Andi’s fingers sunk into Frankie’s back once more, then explored downwards, slipping beneath the fabric of her boxers. (So much to grab, to pinch, to fondle to her heart’s content...) It became a game, of sorts. How many consecutive yelps and contented grumbles could she earn from strategic placement alone?

Frankie took her own turn. Her left hand slipped up Andi’s shirt, feeling across the pocked skin with calculating fingertips. Her thumb rubbed firm circles into Andi’s breast. She grinned as the nipple stiffened from cool air reaching it.

"God, you’re so pretty..." Frankie rumbled, leaning closer yet to snuffle through Andi’s hair. The smell of girlsweat, plastic, and coffee. A bit of shifting and her right hand slipped into Andi’s shorts.

"May I?"

"Mmm~"

She shimmied backwards to get a better reach. Andi whined when boobs left her. That was always a terrible shame. But those thoughts quickly subsided when Frankie’s fingers looped around the firm appendage she’d been searching for.

"A-ah-"

"There we go~"

She stroked her thumb up and down the underside of Andi’s member, gliding through the pre. Her free hand sat planted on Andi’s chest to provide consistent pressure.

"I wonder how many times I can make you cum..." she murmured, thoughtful. Andi’s breath hitched at the proposal.

"W-Well first you’ve gotta.. a-aaah-"

Her playful criticism was immediately cut off by a needy whimper.

"What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you~"

"F-first you.. y-you... Go..t... ohhh, Frankie-!"

"Heheh..."

The pace of her strokes quickened. Frankie hummed thoughtfully as delightful moans escaped the woman below her. She buried her face back into Andi's neck, breathing in deeply. Salt... She couldn't help herself, and licked behind Andi's ear.

"Frankie!!"

"Too much?"

"N-no, that's fine- I- Aaaah~!"

Frankie suckled on Andi's earlobe. Andi arched her back, or attempted to; her stomach was met by unyielding flesh. Frankie grinned into Andi's nape when sticky warmth met her hand.

"There we go..."

She gave a final kiss to Andi's cheek, then shimmied down to lick up the mess. Andi shuddered beneath her tongue.

"Salt goes better with strawberries than I thought~"