"I don't have any other options, sweetie!", Giselle explained with a disgruntled expression and shoved a fork into her mouth. More salad, of course. Annie repeated her initial argument again, "But you are not seriously considering to move in next to a lunatic!". The brunette sighed and turned her head and glanced at the bowl of salad in front of her. Her skills to read the future from a bowl with food were severely lacking, but that didn't keep her from trying. Unfortunately there was no insight, no epiphany. It stayed a random bowl of salad. The blonde next to her sighed as well. Both seemed to realise that this discussion didn't lead anywhere. "I'm sorry, love. It sounded like this apartment was within reach. Considering the price tag, this might be the reason why less people are enthusiastic about it, but no matter. However if you move in out of desperation you'll regret it! Trust me on this!", Annie concluded and this would be the last she'd say on this matter. Another deep sigh came from Giselle in response. Why didn't anyone just take this burden away? Deal with the decision-making and then present her with the best outcome? Being on her own sucked. "You're right. I am clinging to this option because Monday I'll have to tell the moving company", she responded quietly, left her fork in the bowl, leaned back and rubbed her eyes. Everything, both mind and body, were tired and exhausted. She needed a break and a way forward.

Nothing came from that evening. No new apartments popped up online, both had no clear solution for this and Giselle refused to ask her girlfriend for letting her stay. This ship had sailed and that decision to let it sail, she wouldn't question that. The only way was forward, hindsight wouldn't make anything easier. After cleaning up the kitchen together and Annie explaining the details of a business trip she'd have to take in barely a month, the women cuddled under a large, warm blanket on the sofa. The soft touch of the her girlfriend's fingertips that caressed her shoulders and neck made Giselle purr quietly. She wrapped her arms around the form of her lover while curling up under the blanket. Despite the stress and uncertainty, staring into the TV for a while, clinging to her love, it put her mind at ease. The worries slowly faded. Tiredness washed over her. A sensation of being safe, and to her surprise also a desire that originated from her loins.

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During a small advertisement breaks, her lips sought for their counterparts and lingered. The last time she had truly felt a need to devour someone had been weeks ago. Annie didn't object at all. Five minutes in, she even turned off the TV. The blonde was gasping, arching, quietly moaning under her touch and lips a short time later. The evening turned into a blur and when they retired to the bedroom, both were so worked up that sleep was unthinkable.

Both women woke multiple times after dawn. None wanted to get up and they drifted into a shallow sleep across all the morning. The adventure in the previous night had lasted for hours and, now that Giselle ran a mental recap, left her grinning sheepishly. The image of Annie and her climaxing at the same time while having a single vibrating egg between their crotches left her trembling. A couple of months ago she might have felt shy. Instead she shuffled closer to her girlfriend, that had her back turned toward her and was still sleeping or resting quietly. The breathing was shallow enough. A shower of kisses on the shoulders and neck woke the woman from the slumber, she turned and kisses the lips that woke her. Giselle's hand slipped under her girlfriend's panties but got squeezed into a stalemate by strong thighs. "Still haven't had enough?", the blonde grinned and stole another kiss. The brunette blushed in response and shrugged slightly. No sense hiding it, she was needy as fuck. "Well, I can fuck myself if you want to sleep?", she teased in a whisper. "Oh you wish!", her girlfriend said and climbed on top of her.

They went to the bathroom together, sweaty and with grumbling stomachs. Giselle hadn't considered how long their play would take them, or she might have considered eating something first. Hindsight again. She sighed and let the water wash away the remnants of the previous night and morning. Then they ordered pizza. Giselle stood in the kitchen, staring through the window into the small lawn that she could see from her own apartment as well. The towel was still wrapped around her as her mind went blank. The autumn sun made her feel nostalgic. It tinted the colourful trees into a yellow, almost golden, light. Eventually an already dressed Annie found her. The woman leaned against the counter next to her, but looked in the opposite direction toward the wall. "Are you okay?", the blonde asked. "I guess. I guess I'll be fine. Somehow. And maybe things will work out", she whispered and sighed. Arms embraced her from behind and she smiled.