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When Sharon walks into the kitchen, she stops dead in her tracks. Brenda’s frantically opening the peanut butter jar, the lid falling onto the counter with a clatter. Sharon quickly searches the counter for a spoon, but doesn’t see one - when she realizes what that means, Brenda has already jammed a finger into the open jar, digging deep to heap a liberal dollop onto her finger. Sharon is part scandalized, part amused - and slightly concerned. Brenda not even bothering with a spoon usually means she’s stressed out about something - more so than the usual low level of frantic energy the blonde seems to carry with her.
Brenda still hasn’t noticed Sharon watching and is busy licking the creamy, nutty goodness off her finger. She’s darting out her tongue and licking the blob as if it’s ice cream first, and after she’s dealt with the majority of the peanut butter on her finger, she sucks the whole digit in her mouth, eyes closing, and turns to lean against the counter, a sigh of pleasure on her lips.
‘Should I be jealous?’ Sharon quips then, goes for levity in her tone but quirks her brow just so. Brenda’s eyes snap open and she smirks around the finger still in her mouth. The blush that spreads across her cheeks betrays her feigned cheekiness, and Sharon smirks. Brenda’s eyes travel from that smirk down Sharon's cocked hip and along those legs, and she raises her own brow.
‘I could kiss it better?’ She proposes, slowly stalking forward, and Sharon laughs at that, a quick guffaw.
‘You better brush your teeth first!’ Sharon exclaims, moves backwards. Brenda feigns a small attack, knowing Sharon’s disdain for the sticky dryness of pure peanut butter, but aborts and rushes towards the bathroom to the sound of Sharon’s laughter.