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Bubbles and Blossom – Sat 12 Aug 2017, 7:02pm
It wasn’t very often that Bubbles and Blossom got to spend a quiet evening together at home. As the mothers of two very energetic – not to mention ultra-super-powered - tween girls, and with another one on the way, time for the couple to relax and unwind was a rare and treasured gift. So as both ladies liked to read, they chose to spend such times enjoying the company of each other as well as a good book.
A thought distracted Blossom from her book this evening though. “Bubbles?”
Bubbles didn’t look away from the page but gave a somewhat distracted “Yeah Blossy?”
Blossom sighed softly. Trying to get Bubbles’ attention when she was reading one of her trashy romance novels – she rolled her eyes internally at the title of this latest one, “A Man, His Lover, Her Wife, And Their Mistress” – was often like trying to herd cats. She slipped off one sandal and, crossing her legs over towards Bubbles, nudged her wife’s leg a couple of times, until Blossom was sure that she was listening.
“Do you think we should let the girls sleep over like this more often?” Bubbles’ lips twitched into a wry smile as she stopped reading for a moment to look over at the redhead next to her.
“Why, so we can enjoy more quiet nights in like this you mean?” Bubbles couldn’t see the rosy tint that came to Blossom’s cheeks, but her lack of answer spoke volumes. “Sure, I mean they are getting older and they can look after themselves. I certainly don’t see any harm.”
Blossom nodded in agreement, smiled when Bubbles shifted a little closer, and felt Bubbles head gently come to rest on her shoulder. They resumed reading together in comfortable silence, but something was distracting Blossom again. She hadn’t noticed the sound of another sandal falling to the carpet, or the slight shift in Bubbles’ position as she crossed her legs towards Blossom.
It took a while – and about three readings of the same page – before Blossom realised that she was feeling a distracting little tickle under her bare toes, right across the ball of her right foot. She wiggled her toes, and tried to focus on the next page, but unfortunately concentration remained elusive. “Bubbles, honey?” she murmured softly.
Bubbles’ smothered a tiny smile, and said as innocently as she could manage, “Mmm yeah, baby?” She playfully wiggled her toes again, and was pleased to feel Blossom’s foot give another involuntary little twitch in response.
Blossom shifted position again, feeling the little one sympathetically squirming inside as her toes itched without pause. Placing her book down spread open across her thigh, she looked past her knee to see her Bubbles’ bare foot sliding just beneath her own, and could feel her wife’s latest pedicure being put to use rather effectively against big, soft toes.
Blossom smiled, and not just because of the ticklish game of footsies that had begun. “I take it that book’s not holding your attention very well tonight?” she asked. “Well, you will keep buying those “airport romance” novels” she said, a mostly-unintended giggle effectively undermining the tone of her words as Bubbles gently slid her toes along Blossom’s arch.
Folding over the corner of the page she was on, Bubbles put her own book down on the couch beside her, before turning her face up towards Blossom’s rose-coloured eyes. “Perhaps you could read to me instead?” she asked in a little voice, lazily drawing figure eights across Blossom’s sole, feeling Blossom’s whole body trembling gently against her. Blossom picked her book up, and not bothering to remember the page she’d been on, flipped back to the start.
“Chapter One. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man...”
