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Beatrice only buys things when they’re in season, so it isn’t until the first nip of October that she brings home a pomegranate; and as Ava helps put away the groceries she can’t help but drift towards them. Spending twelve years unable to feel has made her a glutton for novelty, even to this day; the chance to feel something new is still a shining golden treasure. Her sensory-hungry hands are immediately drawn to the pomegranate’s taut flesh, the healthy weight of it in her palm, the way something gives just a little under the surface when she applies the slightest pressure.
“How do you eat these?” Ava asks, her mouth already watering for some reason. “Is the skin good? Can I just go full apple, or is this another rambutan situation?”
Beatrice laughs, her joy like pealing bells on a Saint’s day. “Not quite, but there is a bit of a trick to them. Would you like me to show you?”
Ava nods. “Yes, please,” she says, voice low. She can’t help herself when Beatrice shows her things.~
Avatrice smut due to sensual fruit prep, because our girls can't keep their hands off one another.