Lucy and Emma 2

the kitchen and filled the kettle with water Emma wrapped in her big pink dressing gown was already behind her reaching on to the top shelf of a cupboard to retrieve two mugs seeing this Lucy flicked the kettle on and took two tea bags from a caddy that sat by the kettle and placed them in the mugs, she then turned so that her back was facing Emma and leant back instinct took over and Emma started to softly hug her as the two waited for want in these circumstances seemed like a age for that comforting click of a kettle turning itself off. When it did both smiled knowing what revitalizing powers tea seemed to have on these and all English girls and men a like. Aloud click sounded in the kitchen as the kettle boiled and Emma’s first notice of the day was a quite squeal of excitement as Lucy moved out of her embrace and poured the hot water once filled and a little milk added the two drank each had similar feelings as the hot refreshing liquid returned moisture to they throats and eased grumbling stomachs.

Over the next few minutes nether girl spoke much but the kettle did get plenty of use as each of them drank an almost incalculable number of mug of tea. It was Emma this time that came up with the next idea to help rid themselves of the spectre of the night before as she buzzed
“Bacon” then paused “Bacon that's what we need, well Bacon butties.” Lucy smiled and looked in ore at Emma as if she was some great wise thinker or oracle of her time and nodded knowing she was right. As Emma rushed to the fridge, she stated now able to speak increasing easily
“A Bacon buttie can clear any hangover what me mum always says” Once retrieve Emma place the bacon under the grill to cook and drank yet another tea and started
“Well last night was fantastic babe”
“I know, just a shame I did get to see you wearing you little present.” Lucy retorted wickedly
“Yeah well seeing you in yours did get me a little excited and I know how much you love it when I wear that pink dress”
“Umm you know me so well you looked hot.” Lucy purred back looking at the ruined make-up that still clung to Emma’s face.