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Nellie scooped a fourth tablespoon of coffee grinds into the filter and tipped filtered water down the side of the coffee maker - just enough to round the girls to four cups of coffee. Andrea and Nellie had just settled into their new apartment, discarded empty boxes sat discarded throughout the flat, a box of plates and cups from the Colombia house sat on the counter to Nellie's right. Because Nicky took full custody of sixteen year old Avery and Andrea, the kitchenware Andrea packed were shades of pink and purple - curtesy of Nicky's tastes and demand for a 'pretty' kitchen. Nellie dug a box cutter from her pocket as the coffee maker got to work, sliding out the thin blade to cut open the sharpied 'KITCHEN' box.
Nellie frowned and tugged at the hem of her pyjama shorts. She was experimenting with sleepwear sets and liked a pair Nicky handed her at the mall. It was simple - baby blue and cotton soft - the shorts cutting off right under her ass cheek. She hadn't bothered trying the clothes on and swiftly swiped a small off the rack to add to her basket. She bought a couple clothing items - including a pair of denim shorts, a swimsuit and even a dress as per Nicky's suggestions and cheesy encouragement - poking fun at Andrea's reactions to the new clothes. Nellie wouldn't know, she slipped the set on after her late night run last night, returning home to an exhausted, sleeping Andrea. Nellie slowly tucked in beside her, careful to not disturb her peaceful face and soft breathing. Nellie watched the small fall of her chest, the blonde strands of gold delicately swimming down her front. Her hair had grown slightly longer and Nellie had found her eyes travelling over the crown of gold, imagining the soft strands soothing between her fingers. Andrea, noticing Nellie's constant staring, offered her a bored stare that Nellie retuned with big eyes.
"What?" Andrea had asked. Nellie fiddled her fingers.
"Your hair's longer," Nellie said like Andrea was naive to her own body. The hair Andrea cut herself each week.
Andrea instinctively reached to tug at her strands. "I'll cut it tonight," she said with a shrug, drifting chestnut eyes back on Nellie.
Can I touch it? Nellie went to ask but let the question sink down her throat. She felt foolish for thinking it, like Andrea would like intrusive fingers in her hair. Andrea's orbs read over Nellie and she reached a hand to pull at Nellie's fiddling fingers. She placed Nellie's scarred hand in her hair and continued what she was doing - making her hot cocoa - as Nellie gently stroked the silks of hair. The soft touches turned to pats as Nellie went from crown to length, finishing by tucking hair strands off her cheek and behind her ear. Andrea wasn't watching, eyes downcast on her sugary beverage. Nellie watched the pinkish flush of Andrea's ear and inched forward, pressing a soft kiss along her lobe.
Nellie stacked the pink and purple plates in a pile then a row of cups and mugs. Nellie placed the empty cardboard box on the tiled floor and kicked it across the room, hitting the makeshift goal of piled up boxes. She stacked away the items and ventured for the sugar Andrea liked in her coffee. She tucked into cabinets and pulled out the mini stool off to the side to climb into the high cabinets. She found Andrea's red mug and tucked it under an arm, scrolling her eyes through the other items - marshmallows, chocolate chips, tubs of icing, but no sugar.
The soft patter of socked feet indicated Andrea's entrance. Nellie panned her eyes over the cabinet a final time before shutting the door, eyes shifting to lock on the blonde girl leaning on the kitchen doorframe. Andrea, who normally looked tired and sluggish in the morning, had wide brown eyes. Andrea kept her eyes trained on Nellie as she climbed down the stool, setting Andrea's mug on the counter to drift across the room. She gave the shorter girl a forehead peck.
"Do you know where the sugar is?" Nellie asked in a soft voice, turning to return to her search.
Andrea halted her with a strong grip on her waist. Andrea thumbed the new material, eyes scanning across the low neckline in interest.
"Who's is this?" Andrea asked, palm rubbing into Nellie's side.
"It's mine, I bought it with Nicky," Nellie said, arms resting casually by her sides.
Andrea's other hand lifted to toy with the mini bow poking out the neckline. The hand at her waist moved, travelling up her spine and down her back, giving a squeeze just below Nellie's hip. Nellie's lip pursed, a heat tickling at her cheeks over Andrea's full attention. Andrea leaned to speak against her lips.
"It's soft."
"Mhm."
"Do you like it?"
Nellie's stomach fluttered at Andrea's deepening hand, panning down to trace lightly a Nellie's ass - soft circles and idle patterns. A jolt of pleasure skidded down Nellie's spine as she nodded dumbly to Andrea's lips. Andrea kissed her once, the hand toying with her top crawling down to hold her hip in place. Andrea leaned for another kiss that Nellie deepened, moving to clutch her scarred arms behind her back. Both of Andrea's hands were on her waist as she pushed Nellie back, the auburn girl blindly following her direction as their lips pressed and sucked. Nellie felt the counter behind her and instinctively hefted up, Andrea's hands lifting her weight with ease as Nellie settled on the countertop.
"Good girl," Andrea said against her wet lips, sending another flutter down Nellie's stomach, a throb between her thighs.
They kissed as Andrea continued running fingers down Nellie's body, tracing over folds and seams of the new pyjama set. Pale fingers swirled along her torso until Nellie felt a thumb poke at her hardened nipple. Andrea continued, circling and thumbing at both buds, feeling the tightness and jolts under the light cotton shirt. Nellie let out a low moan and pressed in her thighs, feeling the building throb of her clit. Andrea caressed her breasts, massaged and squeezed lightly before panning down to her stomach. She lifted her singlet to kiss up her soft stomach, up and down and all over the surface of skin. Andrea continued kissing, opening Nellie's legs to lean in closer.
Hands rubbed up Nellie's thighs then massaged into her hips. Nellie felt the heat across her face and dug her fingers into the counter. The shorts were short enough to expose Nellie's full thigh. Andrea eagerly dug in and kissed and lapped at the small space, warranting a soft moan and a subtle hip roll. Nellie felt the small quirk of Andrea's lips curling up before the blonde kissed up her, from inner-thigh to chest, and found her way back to Nellie's mouth.
"That's a good girl, Nellie, that's good..." Andrea said against her, ghosting a finger over her cunt.
She pressed two fingers lightly on Nellie's clit, offering a single nudge. Andrea felt the throbbing, silently stood and basked in it before nestling into Nellie's neck. She lapped and kissed along the skin, a faint hickey still painted along Nellie's tanned neck. Andrea bit and felt the jolt as Nellie curled into her. She lapped at the skin and nibbled her way to Nellie's ear, kissing her lobe and whispering: "Ride them."
She gave a small nudge of her fingers and Nellie's breath shuddered as she gave a slow roll of her hips. She rocked into Andrea's fingers eagerly, the layers of cotton pants and underwear adding to the friction. Nellie hummed and twitched against the digits; Andrea watched her for an intent full minute before pacing her fingers with Nellie's rolls. Andrea's free hand grabbed Nellie's wrist to direct onto the blonde's shoulder, a stable force to hold to. Nellie clutched the muscled shoulder as Andrea sped up her rhythm, muscles flexing and shifting as Andrea quickened the pace.
Nellie grinded to the finger thrusts, cursing French and tipping her head back against the wall. She bit her lip to silence her loud moans, whining as Andrea dipped to lick across her nipples. She lapped through the light cotton, Nellie's humming, deep whines sinking in her ears. Nellie moaned Andrea's name and Andrea trailed it home to Nellie's lips. They tasted each other, tongues and red lips, as Andrea's fingers stopped to roll Nellie's shorts off. Nellie lifted her hips and gasped in Andrea's mouth, the shorts falling off her knees and around her dangling ankles. Andrea held the small of Nellie's back, kissing along her cheek and chin till she drifted down to lick along her thighs.
Her tongue lapped skin then slowed to swirl around Nellie's clit. Nellie shuttered, back straightening as she clawed the countertop. Andrea watched her through blonde patient lashes, lapping slow and deliberate, doe eyes melting on Nellie's twitching. Andrea tounged her, lifting Nellie's hips in encouragement. Nellie rocked with Andrea's pressing tongue, cursing and rolling her head back in ecstasy. The friction built and she throbbed, pleasure and heat flooding through her body. Andrea gripped her arm in demand and Nellie flicked her head forward, quickly training her eyes on Andrea.
They rocked together, Nellie's pants and Andrea's encouraging, low moans filtering through the air until Nellie gave a final spasm. Nellie muffled a whine, eyes reaching her skull as Andrea sucked her through the high, riding the orgasam out with her pulsing tongue. Andrea moved down to lick her wetness, lapping her slick with a deep hum. She shifted back to Nellie's lips and pressed into her mouth. Nellie grimaced at the taste but deepened the kiss, feasting on Andrea's wet lips hungrily.
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"So it's safe to say you liked the set?" Nellie said, scooping Andrea a fourth spoon of sugar. Nellie had taken a quick rinse and returned back to the kitchen in a pink thick robe - a housewarming gift from Kendall. The coffee maker had finished its run; Nellie eased into the kitchen to finish preparing their morning beverages - using the appearing bag of sugar Andrea fetched for her in her absence. After creamer and the mountain of sugar, Nellie stirred the mug and sat it before Andrea at the coffee table.
Andrea watched her with calm brown eyes.
"Where'd you buy it?"
Nellie smirked and sat beside Andrea with her own coffee mug.
"It only came in one color. Nicky and I bought other things for me to try out too."
Andrea, mid-drink, hummed and sat her mug down. "What things?"
Nellie shrugged and quirked a lip. "A couple things, I didn't see them all. Nicky dumped them in a basket and insisted I tried them. She got me a dress."
Andrea's brows raised. "A dress."
"I'll try it at home first before going out in public. It might be too short."
Andrea hummed with a nod, blonde lashes closing to sip her coffee. Nellie grinned and drew a palm up to hold her cheek. She watched Andrea and the way the sun glistened down her hair, cascading down her milky skin to shine off her silk pyjamas. Andrea hadn't wanted Nellie to get her off that morning. She'd indulged in Nellie's release and walked the girl off to shower. Nellie understood that every day was different, that Andrea didn't always want Nellie's fingers along her skin. Only if Andrea allowed it, Nellie pleasured her with patience and easy guidance.
Andrea squeezed a hand down Nellie's thigh.
"Pancakes?" Andrea asked, getting up and pulling on the blue robe hooked around her chair. She tugged it around herself and looped the terrycloth belt in a loose knot.
Nellie nodded, knowing pancakes was all they had left for breakfast options in their limited food storage. Andrea carried her empty mug and worked herself a second cup of coffee, then dished to fetch a pink pan from the low cabinet. After a minute Nellie joined her in the kitchen. After an approving nod Nellie moved in behind Andrea to hold her as she cooked, nibbling and kissing along her neck. Andrea flipped cakes and Nellie relinquished skin to rest her chin on the short girl's shoulder, watching the movements intently and cupping hands around the blonde's waist.
They shared a warm breakfast. Coffee mugs and fluffy cakes and too much vanilla syrup.