Guided by the Spiral

“Oh yeah, you’re funny.”

Donna’s voice always had a certain sarcasm to it and it was something that Sonia loved. It was like the dark skinned woman was never serious, or couldn’t be serious, one of those. Currently they were a tangle of limbs on the redhead’s bed, both cuddling and enjoying the exchanging of heat from their naked bodies. They had gone all of five minutes after their ‘pleasantries’ before Sonia had begun whining about how hungry she was and was suggesting, in not so subtle tones, that maybe Donna could make them some food. Preferably sandwiches with lots of meat. And pickles. And onions. And…everything. Especially mayo. Lots of mayo.

“But ah always make da food!” Sonia ended her pitiful declaration with a whimper, her head buried into the fleshy mountains of Donna’s gigantic chest. “An’ ya always tink ye can fuss at meh till ah do. Iz not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair.” Donna replied, Sonia peeking up from her heavenly place to see the smirk overtake her lover’s face. “But since you already know how this is going to go, why not just…go? You know I always get my way.”

Sonia frowned and wondered if she would always be such a pushover. It wasn’t bad, really, to be as she was with such a beautiful woman. The Quincy would tell anyone who asked that she totally bottomed for the redhead and wouldn’t flinch at any laughter or chuckle that followed. Not like she would flinch at any words that came her way anyways but the fact remained; Donna was right. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t grumble and grouse about it.

Which was what she did before she got up and donned some clothes to avoid being ogled at by Donna’s rotating cast of characters that pooped up in her loft whenever they got the notion. Nothing fancy, just boy shorts and a wife beater but it was enough to cover the essentials. She stretched loudly and went to her tippy toes as she did so, making sure her body was fully stretched out and no cramps would pain her later on. She did just work out, strenuously, and a good warm down was always important in such events.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your tattoo?”

The blond blinked before looking over her shoulder. Her lover was propped up on an elbow, her bright, almost unnatural blue orbs raking over Sonia’s body in a fashion that made Sonia tingle all over again. The Quincy put her right hand over her shoulder and clasped it lightly. Sometimes she was almost certain she could feel the tattoo in question but it was a trick her mind played on her sometimes. It was, however, lightly warm to the touch and the glow was often commented about when she wore lighter clothes. Sonia smirked and winked at her partner before slipping her feet into sandals Donna had provided just for her.

“Err’day love.” Sonia smiled and opened the door that would lead her out into the living area and then the kitchen. “Several times, actually, if’n ya wan’ sumthin’.”

Her laugh echoed as she stepped through the door.”