solarhippie | MCA #7, Late Wednesday Morning

Beau had done about a thousand pushups in the bedroom and then gone to take a nice long shower, since if Karolina had to go and get out of bed, she had to do something, right?

But she was out of the shower now, in jeans and a shirt with the sleeves ripped off, wandering into the kitchen and pulling her still damp hair up into its usual topknot.

"Hey," she mumbled, coming over to slide her arms around Karolina’s waist, thinking better of it for a second, and then doing it anyway. Because she wasn’t even going to pretend she had any impulse control.

And here every part of Karolina's grand plan of making it to class kind of hinged on Bea miraculously having some impulse control. It was... not a very good plan at all, was it?

Even less so when you considered how little hesitation there was in Karolina leaning back into her a bit, almost immediately.

"Hey, babe."

Surely you had to realize this plan was doomed from the start, Karolina.

"You've been gone too long," Beau informed her in a bit of a whine, and if Karolina was going to lean back into her like that, Beau was just going to pull her a little closer. "You sure you can't, like, call in sick to class or something?"

She realized it didn't work like that, yes. She was not in a state to care right now.

It was now starting to occur to her that it had been, yes.

"It doesn't work like that," she murmured, still trying to focus on making her vegan pancakes even with Beau's warmth against her doing its level best to distract her. She was in a tank top and pajama pants, herself, so it wasn't a whole lot of fabric.

Should've thought that through a little more closely, too.

Beau wasn't even actively trying to distract her, was the thing. It was just sort of happening, kind of like her fingertips trying to sneak beneath the hem of that tank top to brush against bare skin was sort of happening. Okay, fine, definitely happening.

"Are you making enough for both of us?" she asked hopefully. Look, just because she had sex on the brain even more than usual, it didn’t mean she didn’t still get hungry. She needed to eat to keep up the energy level for this.

Karolina finally glanced at her, complete with a (mostly) mock-offended little huff.

"Of course I am, babe," she said. "I would never deprive you of breakfast."

... Except sometimes, when she was in a hurry to get to an early morning class. But anyway.

Well, that was understandable.

"You're the best, babe," Beau told her with a lazy grin. "What am I gonna have to do to pay you back for taking such good care of me?"

Yeah, that was subtle, Beau.

"Help me get to class on time?"

Well, it was worth a shot!

Was Beau sticking her lower lip out in a very exaggerated pout, while running her fingertips back and forth across Karolina's side? Yes, she was.

"Can I do that for you next week?"

It was also worth a shot.

"Sure," Karolina replied brightly, though her little chuckle perhaps betrayed something else was coming, too. "But I also need it this week."

That she shivered was of no consequence, honest.

"Are you sure?" Beau wheedled, in no way encouraged by that totally inconsequential shivering to let her hand skim lightly over Karolina’s abs. "You can’t skip like one week? Because I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself while you’re gone."

Well. Yeah, she did, but that was way less fun.

"Besides, are you really going to be able to concentrate on anything this week?"

She ought to be appalled at herself for encouraging blowing off classes, but see if her hormones cared.

"Even I know what you'd do with yourself," Karolina retorted, maybe a touch unsteadily because hi, now she was inadvertently picturing just that.

She swallowed. Tried to flip her pancakes over.

... Fumbled a bit, but managed it anyway.

"And, I don't know. I might be? It's not long enough for all of -- this, to wear off. But I might be like kinda-sorta okay at focusing off the island?"

"You’d do better at it than I would. So I probably shouldn’t send you dirty texts while you’re in class, huh?" Beau asked with an exaggerated sigh. That hand miiiiiiiiight be trailing very slowly downward now, but she had no intention of ruining breakfast by letting it burn, because they were too distracted to keep an eye on the pancakes. Just giving a sneak preview of what Karolina had to look forward to after class! Really!

She absolutely would send dirty texts, though.

"... So I probably shouldn't look at my phone in class at all, got it."

Beau, Karolina knew you.

Her abs also kind of jumped under Beau's hand, because while she was pretty sure they weren't about to let the breakfast burn, anticipation was still a hell of a thing.

"You should definitely not look at your phone in class," Beau replied, sounding just a little bit smug now. She’d caught that reaction. "Just gonna have to wonder what I’m telling you I’m doing while you’re gone."

Which she didn’t have to elaborate on further, because she knew perfectly well that Karolina knew her.

"I wouldn't have to wonder, because I know," Karolina tried.

Even though they both knew that all that meant was that she would guess correctly and then think about that.

Yeah, the way Beau was smirking while she nuzzled at Karolina's shoulder certainly said she knew that.

"You can spend the whole class knowing that I'm thinking about you, and making plans for when you get back ..."

Was that supposed to be encouraging her to go to class or something? She'd lost track.

Karolina didn't feel very encouraged to go to class, at least. Or at all, actually. She made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine.

At least the pancakes were almost done, though?

"You're not helping."

... That one was absolutely a whine.

"I’m totally helping," argued Beau, and she wasn’t actually trying to slide her hand into the waistband of Karolina’s pajama pants yet but she was definitely teasing her intention to do just that. Also, nipping very lightly at her shoulder. "I’m looking out for your best interests here!"

Sure, Beauregard. That didn’t even make sense.

Karolina sort of... squirmed against her. Either to try and escape the hand, or to encourage it, maybe? Even Karolina probably wasn't sure.

Either way, you were welcome, Beau!

"How?"

"Making sure you’re not distracted in class?" By, you know, not being there to get distracted in the first place.

Beau's arms tightened around her just a bit; she nipped at Karolina's shoulder again, a little harder this time, but she was nice enough to soothe the bite with her tongue right afterward at least.

Her fingertips just barely slipped beneath the waistband of Karolina's pajamas.

"Also, you'd be, like, really uncomfortable the whole time you were there and that would suck, so ..."

This time, the squirm was just an involuntary thing with no greater purpose. And happened just about concurrently with the little gasp that the bite brought on, because Karolina was pretty susceptible to that kind of thing on the most average of days, but today - okay, this week it seemed to radiate further and deeper than usual.

"But I'd be learning," she tried, though without much conviction. "Or trying to. Which is -- it's still better than not being there, right?"

"You being all academic is pretty fucking sexy," Beau conceded, and started trailing kisses up the side of Karolina's neck. "But are you really gonna be focusing on the lecture? Because I was going to get creative with maple syrup in a little bit, I'm just saying, and I would just be thinking about that instead, if it was me who had to go to class instead of, y'know, back to bed."

Or the couch. Or the kitchen counter. Or whatever. She wasn't really picky.

Oh, Karolina was sure of that.

She breathed in through the nose, slowly, then exhaled through her mouth like it was supposed to calm her and center her at a time like this. All it did was give her just enough of a presence of mind to take the pan off the heat, and turn it off.

There was a tiny bit of batter left, but she was giving up.

"... Tell me more about the maple syrup?"

"Do you want me to tell you?" asked Beau, just before her teeth closed around Karolina's earlobe. Then, right in her ear, as her other hand started sliding upward: "Or give you the hands-on demonstration?"

Asdfghjgh, went Karolina's brain.

"Uhhhh," went her mouth. "Um. Yes, please."

No, wait.

"I mean, the..." She had to pause to lick her lips. "The demonstration."

Beau laughed, a husky little chuckle right beside her ear, right about the same time that she'd slid her hand up far enough to cup it gently over Karolina's breast, circling her nipple with teasing little strokes of her thumb.

"This is kinda going to have to happen over breakfast, but, like. I can't do the, uhh, cleanup later if it ends up all over your clothes, so ... those might have to come off."

Not that she was especially smooth at the best of times, but really now.

Good thing she'd thought to distract Karolina from her lack of smoothness with the clever strategy of a hand on her breast, then!

Because she did not manage to care. "Then I guess... they're gonna come off," she said, while her hand came up to cover Beau's, more out of instinct than anything else. And yes, with the top still between them.

By this point in the week "smooth" was entirely irrelevant anyway.

"Better get the syrup out, then," Beau muttered against her neck. "'cause —" She shifted over a bit, so she could give Karolina a deliberate and very sly smile. "I wanna eat."

Again, not smooth at all.

Good thing smooth had never really been one of Karolina's priorities. She chuckled, almost despite herself, and almost a little sheepishly.

She was looking a little flushed.

And a little fumbly, when she reached for the cupboard that housed the syrup. "Okay."

"I mean," Beau breathed against her shoulder, "not to say we need the syrup, 'cause I like the way you taste just fine? I kinda love it actually? But I'm into the idea of, y'know, kind of an appetizer, and... I don't know, I think this metaphor got away from me, but yeah."

Eh. Her brain wasn't really working any more anyway.

This week was not great for brains. Like, at all. Which made it pretty funny how adamant Karolina had been about going to class -- wait, was adamant? Right?

Okay. Let's face it, the game was probably over on that front.

Karolina had fumbled her way into holding the syrup, though. "Oh, uh, I don't know," she said. "I think you deserve, like, a full breakfast. With everything."

... Why had she thought she would fare any better than Beau at being smooth?

Because of the aforementioned not-great-for-brains thing?

"I mean, sure?" Beau really should just give up on trying to keep this metaphor going, for the same reason, huh? And maybe just start trying to get Karolina out of that tank top instead? (She'd thought about trying to get silverware out, for about two seconds, but that just seemed like a hazard. Or, well, it was, but she hadn't really thought about it in terms more complicated than 'handling things is hard right now.') "But, I mean, when you say everything ..."

As if she was going to be able to elaborate any more than Beau could right now, especially now that Beau was digging her nails lightly into Karolina's skin while she tried to start sliding the tank top up and over her head.

Well, look, at least that was the kind of simple and straightforward action that made Karolina abandon the syrup entirely, lifting her arms above her head to make the top removal that much smoother.

(Because something had to be smooth, if not literally anything either of them were saying.)

As Beau already knew, there was no bra underneath. But visual confirmation would probably still be fun and appreciated, right?

Oh, definitely fun and appreciated. You could tell from the sharp little inhale and the delighted smile that lit up Beau's face immediately afterward.

She did have to take her hands off Karolina, though, which was unfortunate but necessary if she wanted to get the bottle open and a generous amount of syrup poured all over the pancake on the top of the stack.

Which she then sort of folded in half and picked up, offering it to Karolina for a bite. Angled in such a way that some of the excessive amount of syrup was inevitably going to spill, most likely all over Karolina, so. In a minute or less, it looked like Beau would be making up for that interrupted touching, and then some.

Karolina snickered as she craned her neck for a bite, and...

Yeah, that was syrup down her chin, first and foremost. But a decent amount end up glazing her breasts (which made her yelp at the unfamiliar sensation, followed by another laugh) with a few droplets managing to get all the way down to her bare stomach, too.

"Oh wow, that's messy," she said, after chewing her pancake bit enough to speak.

Not minding it one bit.

Beau was just outright smirking, now, although any smugness in it was probably a little bit muted by the somewhat dazed, dorky admiration in her expression. (Somehow, after a year, she still managed to act like the sight of Karolina in any state of undress was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen.)

"I know, right?" She sounded so pleased with herself. And with the way the syrup had spilled. "I'll take care of it, though. Promise."

She set the pancake aside just long enough to get rid of her own shirt -- and no, she wasn't wearing a bra either. Funny how, when she took a bite of it herself, it was a lot less messy, huh? That was unfair, probably.

Kind of, yeah. But Karolina was willing to overlook that, provided that Beau made up for it sufficiently. Which, let's face it, she would.

Karolina might've even said something about that... if she hadn't suddenly been all too busy leering at Beau's chest. And, you know, reaching out to cup one of them with her hand.

In her defense, it was a very natural reaction.

As if Beau would fault her for that in the slightest.

She set the pancake aside again and put her syrup-sticky hand over Karolina's, then reached up with her other hand to curl it around the back of her neck, with every intention of cleaning up all that syrup on Karolina's chin and then pulling her down into a maple-flavored kiss.

Beau's mouth on her chin made Karolina chuckle because the sensation was both weird and yet also weirdly hot, though the latter might have been because she was already imagining Beau cleaning up the other parts of the mess she'd made.

And then, before she even had a chance to say anything about that, she was already kissing Beau back, her own free hand going up to the back of her neck while the other one kneaded at her breast, catching the nipple between two fingers for the slightest bit of teasing.

Beau made the smallest whimpering sound, and her fingers tensed against Karolina's hand, kind of like she was saying harder, please.

"Don't go," she murmured roughly, breaking the kiss for just a moment. "Stay here with me, okay?"

And that wasn't even entirely because she was also thinking about cleaning up the rest of the syrup, or what she planned to do to Karolina after that. Being this desperately turned on was doing her abandonment issues no favors, it seemed.

For a second there, Karolina genuinely didn't remember she'd been planning to go anywhere, and so didn't know what Beau was talking about. Then she did, though.

"Okay," she breathed. "Okay, babe. I'll stay." Pinching her nipple harder wasn't really a reassuring thing to do as such, but it'd probably be distracting! "Not going anywhere."

Actually, it was reassuring, in a weird way? Also a hell of a turn-on, as if either of them needed more of one, because Beau definitely moaned, and her hips maybe bucked just a bit.

"Okay. Good." She smiled up at Karolina, eager and affectionate all at once, then ducked her head to start licking at the syrup that had spilled onto the curve of her breast. "'cause I kinda really need you, you know?"

"I know."

She wasn't sure she did, but she was also pretty sure she could be forgiven for being practically kind of too dizzy to entirely think right now. Especially now that Beau's mouth was on her breast.

"Class doesn't need me like you do," she murmured.

The thing was, that had actually been as much a rare moment of genuine vulnerability as it had been about what Beau wanted, right at the moment. And it was a little scary, feeling like she needed someone, which might explain why she wrapped her free arm around Karolina's waist and pulled her closer.

"Love you so fucking much," she murmured against Karolina's skin as she trailed her way along the drops of syrup, toward her nipple.

The last time they'd had a week like this, Beau hadn't been as openly affectionate as she was comfortable being now. Maybe that was why things felt more intense this time around?

"I know," Karolina said, and yes, she'd said that last like twenty seconds ago but she said it with even more feeling this time, and anyway, she wasn't really thinking about it.

There was a mouth on her breast, give her a break.

Beau took the hand that had been covering Karolina's hand and trailed her fingertips as lightly as she could up her arm, nails digging in just a bit at the inside of her elbow, before she reached out and half blindly swiped another bit of syrup from the stack of pancakes.

The other hand slid down Karolina's back, beneath the waistband of her pants and down to cup her ass, right about at the same time that Beau used that new bit of syrup to circle, and then cover, her nipple.

Which she then immediately took into her mouth, of course.

MCA #7, Late Wednesday Morning

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