giveittoyoursister | 29 Chimera Court, Saturday Morning

"Blanket thief," Steph mumbled in a way that was far closer to an endearment than it was an accusation, burrowing in against Vi. If having all the covers stolen was the price to pay for snuggles, it was worth it as far as she was concerned.

She put her hand over Vi's, trying to link their fingers together, and made a soft pleased noise.

"Morning, babe."

"Morning." Vi smiled against Steph's shoulder, turning her hand so their palms pressed together as their fingers intertwined. "Shouldn't have such nice blankets just lying around if you don't want them stolen."

Steph made a playful grumbling noise and squeezed Vi's hand as her eyes drifted halfway shut again.

"We should probably eat at some point," she said, knowing from experience that it might take a while between deciding on what to have and actually getting out of bed to have it. "What are you feeling like this morning?"

Vi nuzzled Steph's shoulder, planting soft, lazy kisses along her skin. "Something sweet," she said with a grin.

"I meant food," Steph said, rolling her eyes fondly as she ran her thumb over Vi's knuckles. (Look, she was hardly going to complain about it if Vi liked regularly having her to eat first thing in the morning.) "You know, for after that."

(Vi knew what she liked.)

"Oh, after that," she said, pressing more kisses to Steph's shoulder like she hadn't known full well what she had meant. "I don't know about you, but I feel like I could eat my own weight in all those fancy breads the bakery has right now."

Steph snorted, amused, and brought Vi's hand up to her mouth for a kiss.

"Gotta build those energy reserves back up again after last night? We'll need them for later."

Which they would, just not for the reasons they hoped.

Vi shivered pleasantly and rested her chin on Steph's shoulder, grinning at her. "So we'll put in an order, and they should be here right as we've worked up an appetite."

On the bright side, all the extra that'd come with what they actually orders would almost account for two appetites definitely inherited from Vi.

"You're such a damn genius," Steph said with a sleepy smile, and reached over to the nightstand to feel around for her phone. "It's very hot. No wonder we only made it through one dance last night."

Yeah, at least those extras wouldn't have a chance to go stale.

Vi let her hand wander over Steph's skin, keeping them away from anywhere too distracting while she was on the phone. "I mean, if we're talking about things that are hot, your outfit last night..."

Not even these two being ridiculously disgusting would suppress those appetites.

"The one that looks really good on the floor with yours over there?" Steph asked, blithely selecting two of each kind of bread and pastry before sending the order in and tossing her phone aside so she could squirm around in Vi's arms and face her for a kiss. "So glad you approved. Picked it out just for you."

Given the genetic source of those appetites? Not even close.

"That exact one," Vi said, blissfully unaware that delicious pastries weren't the only thing making their way over as she went to roll Steph onto her back as they kissed.

Steph wrapped her arms around Vi's neck as she ended up pinned to the mattress beneath her and wriggled just for the sake of it.

"Today is going to be so much fun," she said, just as unaware that there were a couple of people who agreed with them, just for completely different reasons.

Vi grinned and slid her knee between Steph's legs, pressing her thigh against her. "I've got a few ideas about that."

None of which involved ambushing the delivery person enroute to the apartment. Girls.

Steph laughed and ran her hand down Vi's spine, bringing her in for a long, lazy kiss. Several minutes later she pulled away long enough to drawl, "Can't wait to pick your brain about those."

Look, the delivery said it was going to take another half hour or so, most of which was because the person who'd been supposed to make the delivery traveled through the streets like a normal person.

However.

The bag full of baked goods was not in the possession of said delivery person any more, but clutched in the hands of an excitable child trying to outrun her sort-of half-sister for the honor of showing up first with breakfast.

As Steph and Vi would be finding out shortly. Shame they hadn't ordered a bucket of ice water to go with it.

Vi laughed and ducked her head to start sucking a fresh Hickey on Steph's neck. "Good thing we've got plenty of time."

Her sort of half-sister who'd inherited her sense of competitiveness from one mother and a disregard for the dangers of high speed travel through steep and twisting city streets from the other.

So, basically, no, they didn't have any time.

As the breathless giggling and loud banging on the front door would inform them... oh, right about now.

"BREAKFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!" bellowed Amber, banging a rousing wakeup call on the door with the one fist not holding onto the bag. "Open up, Mom!"

Cerise would never be as chaotic as Amber, instead she was just going to start picking the lock.

Luckily she still hadn't quite got the hang of it.

Steph had been in the process of whimpering and wrapping her legs around Vi's waist when the banging at the door started, and when she heard 'Mom' she froze and stared at Vi.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Er. Pun not intended.

Vi groaned, not in the way she usually did when they were in this position, and pressed her face against Steph's neck. "Maybe if we're quiet they'll think we're not here?"

She loved the girls when they visited, she just didn't want to love them right now.

"They're probably being gross right now," Amber stage-whispered very loudly to Cerise, banging on the door again. "Mom! Mom! We brought you food!"

She'd yell for them to open the door, but she was trying to let Cerise have her moment here. Trying.

Steph sighed. "I think maybe they know us too well for that."

Cerise frowned at the lock as if that would make it unlock faster, her mom made it look so easy (her mom was very careful not to mention how she didn't pick locks when she was Cerise's age).

Vi groaned again, when lifted her head as a thought struck her. "...wait, where did they get food?"

"Um," Steph said, reluctantly starting to wriggle out from under Vi in the interest of finding clothes for both of them. "I'm afraid to ask."

"Hurry up before the stuff gets stale," Amber whispered through her teeth to Cerise. "Maybe we can swipe a key from one of them and make a copy for next time."

Vi just as reluctantly rolled off of Steph and sat up. "I know Cereise won't have any money. From here at least," she said, deeply unaware of the irony of that statement. "And how I would've gotten it in that case."

"I'm going as fast as I can," Cerise whispered back, which thankfully for what little remained of Steph and Vi's dignity wasn't much. "They'd probably give us one if we asked."

Steph made a face and grabbed clothes and underwear for both of them out of the clean laundry basket, tossing Vi's to her. "Be right there, okay?" she yelled.

Amber snorted. "Yep. Definitely being gross."

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