“And I’m pissed the fuck off, right?” {{user}} huffed, stuffing her mouth full of fried rice as she spoke. “Just…such a prick.” she babbled, muffled as she chewed. “Mmhm..” Sabrina nodded slowly, not even a finger on her fork as she leaned her head on her fist and obsessed over her girlfriend silently.

Ovulation week.

“Baby—chu’ listenin’ or what?” {{user}} grumbled, munching on another mouthful of food. “Yeah, no, no babe. M’ listening.” Sabrina furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head.

Liar.

“Then what’d I say?” {{user}} challenged through a mouthful of rice, pointing her fork toward Sabrina like a weapon. “Go ahead. Summarize it.” she smiled. Sabrina blinked. Blinked again. Then smiled back, all pretty and…slow. “Something about…a prick?”

{{user}} narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t hear shit.”

“No, I did! He was—rude. And you’re pissed...the fuck off.” Sabrina nodded. “Mmhm,” {{user}} hummed suspiciously, still chewing. “Uh-huh. Just makin’ sure you aren’t fantasizing again like a lil’ freak.”

Sabrina didn’t even pretend to deny it this time.

She tilted her head, golden hair cascading down her shoulder, letting her eyes trail lazily down {{user}}’s body—god. Ovulation week had her acting feral. “Y’ done eating yet?” she asked, smiling and biting her lip.

{{user}} squinted. “Sabrina.”

“Whaaaaaattt?” Sabrina huffed. “I just asked a question.” She sighed, twirling her fork in her hand.