"Everything, ma'am? I think there may be something you still need to do tonight."

"I didn't put you on my list. I'd just have to keep putting you back on it, over and over again." Bite. "Like waking up in the morning or eating lunch or," bite, "taking showers."

She lets out a shuddering breath. "Well, I suppose it's—" A soft moan escapes her lips, interrupting whatever she'd been about to say.

Good. Sadde needs to be moaning and not making conversation right now. And for, oh, the next hour or two.

Yeah, conversation will in fact be pretty hard to come by.

And once again Sadde can have a complete lack of nightmares all night long, and in fact have several pleasant dreams, most of them involving her dom.

The next day is a Monday and Isabella has an alarm go off at eight and she yawns and swats the clock and hugs Sadde tighter.

And Sadde wakes up but does not complain about being hugged tighter. "G'mrng m'm," she mumbles.

"Mrrrrning." Stretch. "Ungh. 've gotta get breakfast like now if I'm getting any, 's an early class." Yawn. She clambers out of bed.

"Mmhm," Sadde says, and spends about twenty more seconds in bed before doing the same. "'N I have work." Streeeetch. "Hm—"

"—th's 's better."

Kiss. Quick-as-she-can-without-being-able-to-stand-on-one-foot change into clothes.

And then she picks up her cane and inspects his ass in those pants and gives him a little swat and they're off to breakfast. There are hash browns today.

He jumps and laughs when he's swatted, then follows after her and gets food.

"Huh."

"Hm?"

"Jackson's collared."

"Oh thank fucking god."

"Yeah. I should congratulate him later or something."

Nod.

Om nom food!

And then Isabella kisses him and heads off to class.