"What do you mean, there's no cheese?"

Vinyl's eyes scanned the fridge desperately, but could not glimpse even the tiniest trait of cheese. This can't be. How am I supposed to have a sandwich if there's no cheese?!

"I don't have cheese." Octavia shrugged from her place at the table, smiling internally that, overnight, the 'shower' issue seemed to have been forgotten, even if it had meant sleeping in shirts. "There's plenty of ham, though." The cellist took a sip of her tea, watching the clock crawl towards midday. A perfect time for a perfect breakfast. The woman took a hearty bite of her ham sandwich. "Really good ham," she added observingly.

"Eww ham," Vinyl called out, her nose stuck in the fridge, double- and triple-checking for cheese. Unbelievable. Cheese is the foundation to good eating!

"Are you a vegetarian?" Octavia mocked from her seat, wiggling her brow. "God created pigs so we could eat them, you know." Or something. The cellist stared at her tea, wishing it could turn into whisky at will. If water could be made into wine... The angel on Octavia's shoulder cringed from such blasphemy. The little devil on the other shoulder took out a glass readily.

"I just like cheese," Vinyl replied, closing the fridge with a deep sigh. She turned towards her girfriend, giving her a smile, less sheepish than the smiles she'd gifted her with. Somehow, the little incident in the shower had not made her more embarrassed of the raven-haired woman. It had made her bolder; more determined, at least. Able to stand for herself. And, soon, such 'incidents' will turn into sexy sexy times... Vinyl mused, tiptoeing towards Octavia on her bare feet, pecking the woman on the temple. On my behalf. "I think I'll go buy some. Would you like me to buy something for you?" Like a full-body latex suit, maybe?

Octavia blinked, her mind automatically running through the options. Waaait a minute... "You're going to do the groceries alone?" she asked, a touch of hurt in the cellist's voice. Without me?.. Was that a punishment for her shower misdemeanour? I hope not.

Vinyl placed her hand on Octavia's shoulder. "Tavi, I'll be back soon," she assured the woman. "Besides, it's not very romantic to go shopping together. Relax, and I'll be back before you can say 'cheese'."Hehe.

"Cheese," Octavia countered with a deadpan look. "There. I said it." Now come back to table so we can eat ham sandwiches like civilsed people.

"That was a metaphor." Vinyl brushed her lips against Octavia's temple, feeling the brown hair tickle her lips. If 'metaphor' is the word I want.

"Vinyl..." Octavia extended her arm, her mind struggling not to fall into the pit of overprotectiveness, which, she knew only to well, led to overpossessiveness. "Stay safe," she wrapped up lamely, her confidence vanishing as she pictured, for a moment, something bad happening to her girlfriend. No! Everything will be all right.

Vinyl chuckled  slightly, accepting the cellist's concern with calm grace. "I will be all right, Tavi. Promise."

With that, she kissed her cellist on the cheek and left, the tea getting cold on the table.

Octavia rolled over, unable to sleep. Her body demanded the usual midday nap, but her brain could not obey, fixed on Vinyl and what she was doing. I want to control her, Octavia thought. I want to oversee her every action. I want to put her on a leash. An image of Vinyl on a leash made its way into the cellist's head, prompting her to pant hotly, rubbing her thighs against each other.

And yet, she could not even masturbate, having committed the victimless sin twice that afternoon already: once to the idea of Vinyl dominating her, and once to the dream of dominating Vinyl. Just ordinary sex with her would be nice too... When the hell will she be ready? Devil Octavia ordered the cellist not to wait, and instead take advantage of the sexy spinner, while angel Octavia urged the woman to do something romantic to the shy girl instead.

With a sigh, Octavia got up, for once deciding to follow the advice of the little angel on her shoulder, who did a little victory dance, much to the displeasure of the little devil on the other shoulder. Eh. Maybe she'll want to finally have sex after a little special treat? the cellist wondered to herself as she proceeded to the kitchen, frowning at the (significantly smaller) piles of litter dominating the corners of the spacious living room.

Taking a glance at her lonely cello, Octavia sighed and rubbed her eyelids. I should buy a rubber cello. A rubber cello dildo. Then, we can both enjoy ourselves. And it won't count as sex. The cellist walked into the kitchen, looking about. The pseudoroom was way too small to host a dinner - and it was a romantic dinner she'd opted for as a special little gift to her lovely DJ.

With a deep sigh, Octavia eyed the living room, hope sparkling within her chest. She trod into the room, picturing a table in the middle of it, next to the sofa.

If I pick up the chair and put it opposite the sofa...

Octavia danced about the room, approaching the chair. Also light a few candles...

The cellist tiptoed toward the cupboard for candles. There were plenty.

Octavia grinned. This night is going to be perfect~

She knew exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to move the table into the living room. Make dinner. Light up the candles. Meet Vinyl. Kiss her. And then, have a wonderful dinner together. And then...

And then, maybe, she will be ready.

Vinyl paused before a shelf filled with cheese, just thrown onto it in stacks, and set to resemble a perfect array of cheese heads. And yet, she knew that this was a trick, an elaborate hoax to lure in customers. No good cheese was to be seen; and, what was worse, the names! the regular names! were gone, replaced by "Holland's Delight" and "Secrets of France" and "Scottish Greenlands" and "American Dream" - but no real cheese, no Camembert or  Maasdam or Gruyere.

The spinner sighed, looking around, people walking with trolleys, mostly families, kids asking for something-or-the-other, or loners - no couples, of course. What would a couple do in a shop, though? Vinyl mused, grabbing a "Holland's Delight" and a "Scottish Greendlands". Couples should sit at home, having... The disk-spinner froze mid-walk. Dates.

Suddenly, she realised what she really wanted to do tonight. She wanted to pay for the cheese. Buy a bottle of red wine. Go to a florist's. Buy a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Go home. To Octavia. Give her the flowers and kiss her. And then, have a wonderful dinner together, in a candle-lit kitchen, with the red of flowers in the vase and the red of wine in glasses, and the red of blood in their cheeks. And then...

And then, maybe, I will be ready. Next Chapter: 4. The Dinner Estimated time remaining: 4 Hours, 10 Minutes