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Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
Sadde and Isabella in Eclipse
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And eventually Isabella is dressed and leaning on her cane and waiting for Sadde.
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"Question," says Isabella, as they head out of the gym. "How strong are your preferences, usually, about being a boy or a girl at any given time?"
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"That depends entirely on the time, and they can vary from very strongly being either to only presenting as anything at all because of laziness."
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"Is there a way to tell or will I just have to ask if I happen to be in the mood for one or the other?"
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"...upon self-inspection I find that my preferences are more malleable to the idea of pleasing you than they have been to pretty much anything else."
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She smiles. "Apparently the phrase 'anything to please you' is truer than I expected it to be."
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Good.
And on towards Isabella's room.
Where apparently they're going to have chocolate fondue.
And on towards Isabella's room.
Where apparently they're going to have chocolate fondue.
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Oooh! Chocolate fondue!
...with Isabella looking at her like that. There's a pun in there somewhere but Sadde's too flustered to think of it.
...with Isabella looking at her like that. There's a pun in there somewhere but Sadde's too flustered to think of it.
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When they get to her room, Isabella shuts the door behind them. And puts chocolate in a little adorable fondue pot, and produces, out of a minifridge, strawberries and pound cake. She starts cutting up the pound cake.
"Go sit on the bed," she says. "And strip waist up. I might drip chocolate on you. And if I do I'm going to lick it off."
"Go sit on the bed," she says. "And strip waist up. I might drip chocolate on you. And if I do I'm going to lick it off."
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A shiver runs down from the tip of Sadde's hair down to her toes. She takes a second to steady her voice before she can say, "Yes, ma'am." And now she's on the bed, and her shirt is off, and her bra is off.
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Isabella looks.
Glancing occasionally at the chocolate to see how its melting progress is going.
Glancing occasionally at the chocolate to see how its melting progress is going.
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And eventually the tiny fondue pot has melted the chocolate, and Isabella sits between fondue pot and Sadde, and picks up a strawberry, and dips it, and holds it to Sadde's lips.
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And Sadde eats the strawberry, closing her eyes and making a noise of pleasure that's only partially caused by the taste.
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Isabella goes on feeding her alternating strawberries and pound cake, occasionally popping one or the other into her own mouth.
And then, oh dear.
She has dribbled some chocolate on her date.
Whatever shall she do.
And then, oh dear.
She has dribbled some chocolate on her date.
Whatever shall she do.
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Whatever indeed.
The noise is distinctly different than the ones generally caused by kissing.
The noise is distinctly different than the ones generally caused by kissing.
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Is it?
Well, Isabella does want to make sure she gets all the chocolate, so she'll have awhile to appreciate the difference.
Well, Isabella does want to make sure she gets all the chocolate, so she'll have awhile to appreciate the difference.
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Yes. Yes she will. And yes, yes it is, quite different, and it lasts somewhat longer, as Sadde closes her eyes and bites her lip.
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And Sadde lets out a shuddering sigh, before resuming the sharing of fondue. There may be some slight pouting involved.