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“hmm.. you taste like pizza.” birigt followed the kiss with a flick of the tongue, swallowing the affirmation with a sleepy smile as she leaned heavily into her girlfriend’s nape in the disguise of a nuzzle. birigt was a groggy, fumbling mess by the afternoon. there were times that she wondered if being an early morning host at the station was really a promotion. she supposed it did reward her with midday naps by the plenty, but she would trade them for a late morning in a heart beat.
she ignored the hand on her hip with an exhausted huff. when prompted by a squeeze, a low whine escaped her lips. it took an insistent tug before she was willing to lift her head, immediately presented with another familiar pair of lips. her nose wrinkled at the stark difference flavor.
“you tase like ... what exactly is that?”