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"Bed is for two things, and eating isn't one of them, Jo" Hope scolded her lover.
Looking up from her mid-afternoon snack of Caroline Forbes' homemade double chocolate chip cookies, Josie grinned, showing off a mouthful of chocolate-coated teeth. "So says the one who likes to 'paint' me with various sticky substances – all so you can lick it off me" she replied with a pointed raise of brow.
Hope flushed slightly and cleared her throat. She ducked her head back to her work on the computer, trying to ignore the way Josie's shifting caused the bed sheet to move. Not that she'd ever really kick Josie out of bed for eating cookies, but it was the principle of the thing. "Yes, well… I don't get crumbs in the sheets!" she said righteously.
Snorting in derision, Josie said, "No, but after that chocolate mousse three weeks ago, they were stained so badly that the dry cleaners had to throw them away" She downed the final chocolate chip cookie and placed the empty plate on the bedside table.
"You didn't complain about becoming my next culinary masterpiece" Hope said, faking affrontery.
Rolling her eyes at the play on words, Josie said, "No, I have no problem when you want to turn me into Chocolate au Josie, Hope. Which is why you shouldn't have any problem with my snacking in bed" She gave the other girl a pointed look.
Stiffening, Hope's hands paused on the keyboard. Swiftly moving her laptop – and its supporting tray – from her lap to the bedside table, Hope turned to face her lover. "Are you suggesting that if I don’t stop complaining about your snacks that you will start complaining about my…artwork?"
Josie smiled with evil innocence. "You said it, not me" she replied blithely. "If you get to…make a mess…in bed, then I should get to enjoy the same privileges"
Deciding that giving in gracefully would help her save face – and time spent listening to Josie gloating over the fact that she'd managed to outthink her – Hope reluctantly inclined her head in agreement. "Well, there is one thing I do like to eat in bed…" she conceded, staring at Josie.
Smirking, Josie gestured to her lower torso and said, "Feel free to have a snack"
Returning the smirk with interest, Hope swiftly toppled Josie over onto a clear – and thankfully still crumb-free – expanse of the king-size bed and purred, "I think I will" Those chocolaty lips looked delicious… And so did the rest of Josie.