[Names used- Normal Girl: Snow
Other Girl: Sunny] 

Snow walked into the apartment room and chucked her handbag onto the floor, kicking the door closed after herself with an expression of bored relief. She stretched lazily, flicking a lightswitch; overhead, a ceiling fan whirled slowly to life, spinning and creaking softly as it did. She let out a noise similar to a groan and a whine and walked forwards, scratching away at the brunette locks spilling around her shoulders. It was her day off, she’d learned; normally, she’d be stocking shelves at a grocery store, handling any requests from customers too tired or simple to find what they needed on their own. Atleast, that’s how she looked at things. So instead of wasting away on foot, she’d do the exact same in a comfortable bed with a laptop heating her legs.

Click.
Click.
Click.
Reblog. Click. Like Reblog. Click Click Follow Reblog Like Reblog Follow Click Click Click Click Follow Reblog.

“I really need a better use of my time on a day off…” Snow sighed and dropped back, staring at the dull drywall sparsely lit by an open window and the cool glow of her computer screen. Glancing down, the clock in the corner of her laptop was a slight blur, unable to tell her anything useful simply due to the fact that she couldn’t see it; leaning closer didn’t do much. She reached up and pressed the heel of her palm against her eyelid, rubbing away; after that, she realized she just wasted away literally the entire day. Eight o’ clock. Of course.

Creaaak. 

“Snooooooooooooooooooow~!”

The slightly taller, darkly tanned stunner walked into the room after a few moments, chuckly and bouncy; the thick curls of platinum blond swayed lightly with her steps, contrasting nicely with her characteristic orange skin. She glanced around in the dark, lifting off her sunglasses after a second; underneath the plastic frames, a thick layer of eyeshadow colored the skin around two light-blue eyes. Sunny, reeking of perfume and slightly sweaty, let out a squeal and divebombed the bed, making both of the girls bounce upwards before settling. Then, of course, she talked.
And talked.
And talked. 
But that was okay, because Snow loved her. The much plainer of the two had learned to deal with that.  She reached over to a small nightstand at the bedside, grabbing a framed picture of the two of them; Sunny’s arm reached towards the photograph, obviously the one that had taken the photo of the two of them months ago when they first moved in together. The blond stopped chatting away for a moment, craning over to plant her chin firmly on Snow’s shoulder, staring at the picture; the latter couldn’t help but blush, taking in the cloying scent of perfume.
“Ya know you have the real thing right here, riiiight?”

Snow clicked through her dashboard and flicked around the tabs she had up, pausing episodes and updating comics, clacking out her thoughts on whatever was happening into her dash and tagging it before sending it along its way to the millions of other Tumblr users who took so much as a cursory glance at that kind of thing. Sunny was absently poking away at her iPad, stripped to the bare essentials like usual; as always, a thong, and a tight bandeau that failed to cover more than half of her chest. Snow clicked back to the most interesting page she had up, and one of her favorite hobbies: smut. It didn’t take much to get her going; a kink meme here, some crack-ship art there. Either way it set her squirming around hardly a foot away from her girlfriend. Of course, as usual, Sunny picked up on it; the girl had an eye for things like this, honestly. Within seconds of hitting the juicy parts- John was bent over a table by Dave, Sherlock and Watson, etc. etc.- Sunny decided to start teasing her.
Of course. 

“Whatcha readin’?” It started out innocently enough with that lightly nasally voice asking simple, innocent questions. Of course it wasn’t enough though. “What pairing, huh? Is it us? I know yer shippin’ us somewhere on there, Snow.” She rolled onto her stomach as Snow squirmed around, edging away from her a bit. Then, the blond started with the touching; it was easy enough to see it work. She’d roll around to her back again, run her fingers across that slender frame of hers, tracing along the lines of her ribs just below her breasts to catch Snow’s attention. Then, she’d move to touching her. Never gently, either. A pinch here, a tweak there; all in a constant dance to vie for attention. Snow had had enough, though; as soon as a slim, orange-ish finger traced its way along her inner thigh she slowly closed her laptop, setting it on the ground. Sunny blinked, shocked; it wasn’t the usual reaction, by far. After that came the squeal when Snow pounced on top of her, pressing their lips together in a sudden kiss.

Well, it wasn’t unpleasant by far.

Snow’s lips roved across her jawline before tending to the nape of her neck, keeping a hand on Sunny’s stomach, resting just above her navel; any time she tried to squirm upwards, trying to get an upper hand, she pushed down with surprising firmness. Within moments, there were love-bites and marks of pale, bargain-basement lipstick marring the slope of her neck and growing to cover her shoulders as well. She let out a sharp moan that dipped into a low, guttural purr when Snow’s teeth gently pressed down on her collarbone, leaving a bite-mark; she’d have to wear an actual shirt or something unless she felt like showing off. With a firm press downwards, Snow kept Sunny held down so she could continue the much-needed love given to her lover’s body. Clamping down on the tight fabric of her top, Snow tugged upwards, easily tugging Sunny’s bandeau free; without giving her much a chance to react she clamped down on one erect nipple, sucking the small stud of brown flesh until it was warmed and hardened between her lips. For once, Sunny stopped worming around and seemed just to give up; Snow had caught her off guard, overwhelmed her, and had free reign on how to spend their evening.

“Sh-Should I stop..?”

Sunny glanced downwards, tilting her head to the side; she realized the pale face staring up from her midriff was redder than her own, hopefully more from her body than the fanfiction she caught her in the middle of. With a breathy laugh, she hauled herself upwards and brought the pale brunette’s face close, kissing her again; with their lips locked together she hauled her back on top of her, stretching out on top of the blankets in each others arms. A tense second went by, then another, until finally one of them had to break off for air; surprisingly, it was Sunny.

“Sure, sugartits. Yer fine; just… Ya know, lemme do my job next time, kay?”