later that day

"Hey, beautiful!"

Beyoncé smiled, hanging onto her girlfriend's shoulder.

"You smell like cinnamon and peaches.."

"I was eating peach cobbler.." Nicki said like she was embarrassed. Beyoncé chuckled, letting go and took her by the hand to her room.

"It's funny how I always bring your spoiled ass food when I'm eating good, but when the roles are switched you never bring me shit."

"I'm sorryyy! My poppa only let me taste."

"Mhmm, you still do it. I'm just going to stop."

"No! I will be considerate next time, I promise."

"Yeah you will."

Nicki turned up her face and rolled her eyes while Beyoncé disappeared into her closet.

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It was late night, two in the morning to be exact and the third movie of the night had just finished with the credits. The smaller woman who was laying on her girlfriend's side with her left leg thrown over her both girlfriend's while her head laid on her chest was everything but sleepy.

She's always knocked out around this time so it's a surprise that she's up. Beyoncé on the other hand was going heavy eyed. Her right hand caressing the length of Nicki's thigh slowed it's motions making Nicki lift her head and look up to her.

"You can't hang", She shook her head making a disappointed "mhh" sound.

Beyoncé only smiled, "Yes I can but guess what? You made me take that nap so my motha' fucking sleep schedule is screwed like I told you it'd be!"

"Okay! Blame it on yourself, boo." Nicki grinned with a closed mouth. Beyoncé huffed, patting her thigh while sitting up. Nicki moved so she could turn off the TV.

"I'm hungry, I'm craving fruits." Nicki stretched. She stood herself just as Beyoncé retreated back to the couch for her phone.

She slapped her butt and Nicki screeched pushing her, "Don't be putting your hands on me, now look. I'll call the cops."

"Shut up. I ain't scared of no po po!"

"Do it again and see what happens."

"Ohh is that a dare?" Beyoncé smirked, "Turn around."

"You are so— just go!" She laughs.

Nicki went on into the kitchen to get some fruit as Beyoncé followed closely behind. She got a glass bottle down and rinsed it out before placing it on the counter.

"Fruit salad?"

"I just want cherries and mangos."

"Well imma be original. Strawberries, pineapples and whip cream." Beyoncé took everything out.

"You know you're not supposed to be eating whip cream."

"Says who? It ain't gonna hurt me."

"You vegan life." Nicki mocked, shaking her head. When they both got their fruits situated, they played around in the kitchen eating.

Beyoncé danced around spraying whip cream into her mouth as her girlfriend sat up on the counter moaning into every bite of her fruit. "This shit right here is so good! Yo Bey, you got some pickle juice?"

The taller woman stopped in her tracks and lifted a brow, "I have pickles. Why, you want some pickles too?"

"I just want the juice, fuck the pickles!"

"Nicki, what the hell? You wanna drink— no. Hell no, fruit and pickles? You been gassin' before you saw me?" She laughed uncontrollably, slightly confused.

"I'll put you on, pickle juice is the greatest thing of all time. That first shit will have you wanting more and more."

"On second thought, I think i'm out of pickles. Truth or Dare?" She prompted, walking between Nicki's legs. Nicki kissed her teeth and briefly chuckled, looking over her posture and whip cream in hand.

"Dare." She answers confidently.

Beyoncé smiled deviously, "You sure?"

"Yes, dare me to drink that pickle juice wherever you got it hiding."

"I'm so done with you. You don't choose your own dares. But you have to get this cherry out of my mouth ONLY using your tongue."

Nicki thought it was too easy. She had the right tongue, so she didn't find it tricky at all. A smile formed on her lips and she nodded. "Okay."

"But wait, there's more!"

"Sneaky ass!"

Beyoncé laughed, "I'm putting whip cream in my mouth so good luck."

"You really think that's a challenge? Tuh!"

"You think it's so easy? Let your actions speak louder than ya' words, baby."

"Alright! Since we're going there, I got a challenge for you. If I get the cherry out, you have to hmm.. suck my toes."

"I knew you'd say that." She huffed. "And if you don't?"

"If you don't, I'll give you a show."

"What kind of show?" They helpless grin tugging at her lips. Nicki knew just how to tease Beyoncé.

"You'll find out if I lose... And I'm not a loser, baby." She winked.

"Pickle juice just better not be incorporated in it whatsoever. Let's do this though, I'm tired of hearing you bullshit."

"I'm ready!"

Beyoncé chuckled, going on with putting some whip cream in her mouth just about half way before dropping in the cherry and adding more whip cream. She sat the can down, and Nicki pulled her closer.

Corona Time 🥴