Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes fluttered open. A yawn escaped the slime summoner’s lips. She lay upon a steel-framed queen-sized bed on her left side, a black blanket covering her lower half. A pair of ivory arms lovingly held her, and her backside was pressed up against the owner of those arms—was pressed up against Latril, her girlfriend.

A smile crept across Slimantha’s lips as Latril’s breaths tickled her neck. The bed creaked slightly as Slimantha twisted around to face Latril—to face her girlfriend. Her eyes came to the swird woman’s serene sleeping face. She brushed a few strands of said swird woman’s hair out of said swird woman’s face. Though Latril’s black hair was short, it wasn’t that short.

A small moan drew her attention to Latril’s lips, and she felt the swird woman’s embrace grow a tad tighter. Latril truly did have a kissable pair of lips. Her eyes then shifted to the slumbering swird woman’s forehead, and she pressed her own lips to said forehead giving it a quick kiss. Then she slipped out of her girlfriend’s embrace and got to her feet at the side of the bed.

Slimantha stretched her arms and yawned again. She then bent over and touched the toes of her bare feet. Currently, she was garbed in her pajamas, a frilly pink cropped tank-top and matching hot-pants.

The slime summoner then glanced at Latril and gave the slumbering woman a smile. A black tank-top showed upon the swird woman’s upper half. The black cover that she and Latril had shared hid Latril’s lower half though.

Slimantha’s eyes then went to a rectangular crystal mounted on the wall. The image of a grassy field and a large tree showed on the crystal. Though the steel room had no windows, the crystal gave off light matching the time of day. For now, the crystal gave off “morning” light.

Slimantha retrieved a change of clothes from a brown bag sitting beside the steel nightstand at her side of the bed. Her black shoes sat beside the bag, and a red ceramic lamp (currently off) with black shade sat upon the nightstand. A similar nightstand and lamp (also currently off) sat at Latril’s side of the bed too. The slime summoner took another glance at her peacefully slumbering girlfriend before pulling a fresh change of clothes from the bag. Yesterday, she had dispatched a slime to fetch this bag for her.

She laid the fresh clothes on her side of the bed and then began stripping out of her pajamas. More and more of her tan skin came into view in the “morning” light of Latril’s bedroom. A short while later, she stood in a red crop-top and brown pants. In the “morning” light, her tan midriff still showed.

Having finished changing, though still barefoot, she retrieved a wooden brush from her bag. She headed over to the corner where a steel vanity set had been set up. Her bare feet pattered softly against the steel of the floor as she walked. She pulled the steel chair out and took a seat. She looked into the vanity’s mirror and gave herself a smile. Then she began running the wooden brush through the long locks of her brown hair.

Hair having been tamed, she headed back to her side of the bed, not getting into it but standing beside it. She collected her pajamas and stuffed them and her brush into the bag. Then she crouched down and gave the steel floor a soft pat. A blob of viscous blue—a slime—swelled up, appearing where she had patted. It looked at her, and she gestured to the bag. It gave a nod of understanding and collected the bag to take back to her apartment. Slimantha stood back up as the slime vacated the room.

Her brown eyes went back to her girlfriend—went back to the peacefully slumbering Latril. She glanced at Latril’s feathery black wings. Then she glanced at Latril’s lovely face. Latril truly was a lovely woman. A smile spread across Slimantha’s face, and the slime summoner shifted her weight from one leg to the other. She still stood barefoot upon the steel floor. Her shoes still sat beside her nightstand.

Perhaps she could do something for best sword crow girl this morning. She shifted her weight again, her brown eyes still on the slumbering Latril’s serene face. Breakfast maybe? A spark of determination formed in her eyes. That was it. She would make her ever-so-lovely girlfriend a loving breakfast. She turned away from the bed and headed out of the bedroom. Her bare feet pattered softly against the steel floor as she made her way over to the kitchen.

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A short while later, she stood in Latril’s kitchen, a steel fridge in front of her. Her bare feet pressed down against the steel of the floor. She grabbed the fridge’s handle and swung open its door. Her eyes came to a carton of eggs. Eleven eggs remained in the cartoon, one space in said carton empty.

Should she make eggs for breakfast? She blinked and then looked elsewhere in the fridge. She hinged slightly at her hips. Her weight shifted from one leg to the other. Her eyes came to a pack of uncooked bacon—a pack of uncooked bacon that had already been opened.

Should she make bacon and eggs for breakfast? Would Latril like that? Her eyes shifted from the opened pack of bacon back to the carton with one egg missing. She reached—reached for an egg—but stopped at a caw. She turned and blinked. She stood alone in the kitchen. The caw must have come from elsewhere. She turned back to the open fridge. Her eyes went back to the egg carton.

Would making eggs for breakfast be a little insensitive? Crows lay eggs, don’t they? Maybe she should play it safe and not do the bacon and eggs thing. She sighed and stepped back, closing the fridge. Her eyes then went to the counter. More specifically, they went to something sitting on the counter—something amazing. Her eyes widened, sparkles forming in them. She swiftly pulled the fridge’s door back open.

Surely Latril would have … The slime summoner’s eyes flitted from refrigerated foodstuff to refrigerated foodstuff. Her eyes finally settled on a block of yellow. There it was. She smiled and retrieved the block of cheese from the fridge. She closed the door and headed for the steel counter. She set the cheese block down beside the waiting loaf of Heaven-Loaf bread. She would make cheese sandwiches for breakfast. Cheese sandwiches were the perfect food after all.

She still kind of needed a knife though. And a tray too. She turned her attention to the steel cabinets and began searching through them. Soon, she found both steel tray and knife. Now, it was cheese-sandwich time—the best kind of time. She smiled and set to work on making those cheese sandwiches. She used a slime chef at times, but this time, she wanted to make the sandwiches manually. After all, one of the sandwiches would be for her lovely girlfriend.

A short while later, Slimantha set the knife down beside the tray. Not two but three cheese sandwiches looked up at her from the tray. She grabbed the third sandwich and stuffed it into her left pants pocket. What? She needed her emergency cheese sandwich. What if, like, an emergency happened and there was no emergency cheese sandwich? She repositioned the two sandwiches remaining on the tray and then picked said tray up. She headed back to the bedroom.

“Morning,” Latril greeted as Slimantha stepped back into the swird woman’s bedroom. Latril, having already changed out of her pajamas and into a black crop-top and matching miniskirt, sat upon her vanity’s steel chair. Her bare feet rested against the steel floor. The swird woman set her brush down, having just finished brushing her short black hair. Then she reached for the perfume bottle sitting upon the vanity’s steel tabletop. She gave herself a quick puff of the perfume before placing the perfume bottle back onto the vanity’s table. Then she stood up. Her golden sword eyes went to the tray Slimantha held. “That breakfast?”

“Yup,” Slimantha said. “I made cheese sandwiches. Have one.” She held the tray out to Latril, a smile on the slime summoner’s face.

“Thanks.” Latril snatched one of the sandwiches from the tray. She took a bite. “Not bad.” She gave Slimantha a smile and then sat on the bed. She patted the place at her left on the bed. “Come here.”

Slimantha smiled and sat down where requested. The tray sat on her lap. She picked up her cheese sandwich and took a bite. The cheesy flavor danced upon her tongue. A beautiful sparkle came to her brown eyes. A certain swird woman smiled at her.

“So,” Latril said, putting her left arm around Slimantha, “do you like my perfume?” Latril took another bite of sandwich.

“Perfume?” Slimantha gave Latril a sniff. “You smell lovely?” She cozied up to the woman whose left arm was still around her. The steel tray shifted in her lap. She took another bite of cheese sandwich.

“I smell lovely, do I?” Latril gave Slimantha a peck on the slime summoner’s lips.

“You taste lovely too, like a cheese sandwich.” Slimantha brought her cheese sandwich back to her lips and took a bite. Then she lovingly laid her head on her girlfriend’s left shoulder. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Latril glanced at Slimantha, her left arm still around the voluptuous tan-skinned beauty. Then the swird woman’s golden sword eyes went to the cheese sandwich held in her own right hand. She brought said sandwich back to her lips. She took a bite.