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September 8th, 2011Comments
"She's a damn menace to society period," Hunter giggled back. When Michi agreed to both movies and chicken noodle, which was her absolute favorite other than beef stew, the blonde practically burst with drunken joy. "Hell to the fuckin' yeah!" she chimed in, quickly showering the side of the younger girl's face with quick kisses.
"Best girlfriend ever," she reminded her happily. "But I dunno about that tea business.. don't you got no sweet tea or nothin' like that? I only like sweet tea," she pouted. She tried not to generally tense up at the mention of Michi's mom. She had never liked the woman, and as far as she knew, the feeling was mutual.
Michi couldn't help but giggle at the slew of kisses. "We aint never gonna leave bed," she declared loudly, wobbling a little as she did so.
"I'll make sweet tea special for you. It'll be Hunter tea and no one else can have it. Motherfuckers will have to fight me fer it," she grumbled. "I'll kicked their asses."
"Sounds like a plan!" she agreed enthusiastically, instinctively tightening her grip a little on the younger girl as she wobbled. Hunter wobbled a bit with her, shaking with giggles, but at least if she fell over she'd be okay. She really didn't want Michi to lose her footing right now.
"Special jus' for me?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and giving a low whistle and a grin. "Yer some sweet."
Michi let herself lean into Hunter more heavily and rested her head against the older girl's shoulder.
"All for Hunter," she giggled. "I try," she nodded when the other girl told her she was sweet. She brought one of her hands up, threading her fingers into Hunter's hair. "It's my natural disposition I suppose," she grinned.
"I suppose so," Hunter grinned back, turning her head a bit to kiss the fingers moving through her hair. "I like my tea sweet an' my girls sweeter," she giggled.
"Then you just hit the jackpot because I downed twenty four packets of skittles. That has to make me pretty sweet," she giggled drunkenly.
"Yeah but you probably only got about twelve packs left in yer gut by now," Hunter giggled back. They were almost home now, and the blonde was pretty glad. She was also glad that Michi seemed to be able to talk to her for more than a few words now without needing to hunch over and lose more skittles.
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