Beauty, and all she is || Kennedi and Lalita
Lalita was looking forward to this, a possibly ridiculous amount, after such good talks with Kennedi. She'd been disappointed she could't have had her the first night she met her, but she thought all the talking beforehand had been something she wouldn't have given up. Would they have gotten that much talking done if Kennedi had come over straight away and they'd just had sex? Possibly, possibly it would have just happened in person, as she was hoping it would now. And if it hadn't happened, all the talking, she didn't think she'd feel as electrified as she did now thinking of meeting Kennedi in person, someone who had kept her so enthralled without even having met her yet.
Shaking her head at herself, she finished lighting a few candles in her kitchen and one on the coffee table in her living room before she went to check her brownies were cooling. The mousse would surely turn straight into liquid if they were too warm. Satisfied that they'd cooled enough, she went to her bedroom to change out of her comfy sweats and into a pale blue dress that looked like it was made for women in the 50s, the way it hugged her waist and flared out around the skirt, but she liked to look nice. Leaning her hip on the kitchen counter, she waited for Kennedi to show up, swiping the side of the bowl the mousse was made in and licking her finger.