Today is the day [Anjali]

[Celia Gaines]

''I'll stick to my music.'' She answered when Anjali jokingly (she hoped) said that she needed to write a script. While the thought of being a billionare sounded fun she felt that making music was more her thing, being out there instead of making people be out there for you. ''Making music is a bit more fun, I think. Besides, I tried writing short stories once and it suuucked..'' She laughed.

She supposed she could see why she didn't really see Anjali at Hammel. Wasn't she like.. younger than she was? ''Before I forget, how old are you?'' Not knowing her age made it all a bit harder on her. Just how young was she? Over nineteen, that much she knew as Anjali had mentioned college. If Celia had to guess though.. she'd have to say that Anji was twenty-three.

''Between you and me,'' She started to whisper as she leaned in with a smile. ''I'm only interested in the making out.'' She took a sip of her tea as she pulled back and felt her stomach suddenly. ''And the pizza doesn't sound so bad either.'' She smiled at Anjali, her eyes meeting hers. ''Want to start with ordering some pizza? It's both food AND a fun way to play. You smear sauce all over me and I'll let you lick me clean, okay?'' She joked.

Wait. She wanted to tell her brother about her? And he'd want to know details? A guy? ''Er..'' She wasn't so sure she was comfortable with that. ''So.. are you two a package or something?'' She asked rhetorically as she tried to gather up her spilt nerves. ''Guess I could always give you a picture you can send him for if he wants details. Or tell him he's invited to one of my shows. It'll be fun to meet the best friend of the girl I'm dating.''

Hold on.

''Yeah, it does come in handy every now and again.'' She tried to say as her hair was blown around by a sudden gust of wind. ''You're one of those airheads, aren't you?'' She laughed as she moved her head with the direction of the gust and whipped her hair around so it irritated Anjali more than it did her. ''Babe, I live the metal life, my hair is an instrument. It listens to me and nothing else.''

''Oh and you're not an airhead. Sorry about that one.''

[Anjali Kedar]

She laughed along a little with Celia.  She wasn't really against writing, but writing a book wasn't something she would likely ever do.  Still, it wasn't so bad! Then again, she didn't write music, which was probably way more fun and exciting and interesting.  Probably..  

"Why, want to make sure I'm legal?" She teased cocking a brow before smiling wider and rolling her shoulders.  "I just turned twenty one.  An old maid." She teased.  Of course she wasn't really old, but that was obvious.  "How old are you?" She asked, wanting to make sure they were similar aged.  She couldn't imagine they weren't.  Celia was probably a year or so older.  She seemed to be, anyway.  Who knew, though.  Maybe she was younger.. or pushing thirty! That didn't seem likely but you never knew.

Anjali rolled her eyes.  "That's not a secret!" She insisted, as if she didn't already know Celia only wanted to make out.  She was about ready to climb over on top of the girl and just do it to get her to shut up about it, but she knew that would only invite more touching and she was afraid of where it would all go.  Besides, she wasn't sure she wanted to initiate it.  Hell, she wasn't even sure she could. The pizza suggestion made her wrinkle her nose and shake her head.  "Gross.  Sorry, that's just a little weird.  I mean.. yeah, no, ugh." She laughed, though clearly she was a little disgusted.  Licking pizza sauce off of someone? That was just weird.  She wasn't that kinky.  Food was food and sex was sex and she was all about keeping the two separate.  Except maybe chocolate someday.. or whipped cream.. those things sounded okay, but pizza just didn't seem to grab her the same way.  "But we can order the pizza.  Do you have a topping preference?"

Anjali felt her defenses rise for the first time as Celia talked about her brother.  They weren't a package deal, not really.  Celia didn't need to know her brother, she was just fine with that and Nik could probably care less about meeting his kid sisters first conquest.  She was about to explain it all when Celia dropped the D word.  Dating? Were they dating?  It had taken her by surprise to hear that, as she was sure they were just casually hanging out and, well, messing around.  All defenses about her brother evaporated as that knew piece of information clogged her mind.  Dating.  She and Celia were dating..

"Uhh,"  She tried pulling her brain back into the conversation.  Airhead? Celia apologized before she could even really say anything about it.  "Oh, no I know.. I knew what you meant." She pushed a smile on her face and then back tracked.  "So, are we... I mean, like, is this.. like a date?" She asked, nipping at the corner of her bottom lip as she contemplated what that even meant.  "Or are we just hanging out? Cause.. I mean, I don't know. I didn't, uhh.."  Suddenly she wished she'd never opened her mouth and just ordered the stupid pizza.  "I didn't know.."

[Celia Gaines]

''Psh.'' Celia gently poked Anjali in the chest at that legal comment. While it wouldn't exactly hurt to know if she was.. a single glance was enough to be able to tell that she was indeed legal. Maybe it was just Celia thinking it, but that legal comment came dangerously close to insinuating sex. Maybe Anjali wanted it, who knew? ''If I had my doubts about you being legal I wouldn't have been chasing you, now would I?'' She was aware of the fact she was pretty much ensuring that yes, there would be sex. She just didn't know when. ''Anyway,'' She continued as she scraped her thoat. Twenty-five and twenty-one, only a four year difference. This was starting to look good. ''Twenty-five. I'm the old maid here.'' She laughed.

Yeah, that pizza comment combined with sex wasn't the best idea ever and Celia knew it even without her saying so. Seriously, pizza? Not even for work would she wear tomato sauce or anything. Imagine the smell.. ''Eh.. right, sorry. Kinda got carried away there. Pizza is for eating and nothing more,'' She apologised. ''and maybe feeding you.'' She added jokingly with a wink. ''As far as toppings go, I'm pretty flexible.'' She leaned in slightly and smiled. ''Pretty. Flexible.'' She repeated. As she sat back though she went back to answering the question as if nothing had happened. ''I do feel like having some meat though.'' Her head instantly jerked to the side and she lifted a stern finger. ''No! No men! No evil, bad porno! Keep it in your pants!'' She joked.

The next part caught her by surprise as Anjali caught her saying something she normally wouldn't say. And even if she would it wouldn't be on the first time she met someone. But.. she supposed this was kind of like a date.. anything to save face right now. ''I uhh.. I meant uhh.. carbon dating?'' Her smile was stiff as she was drawing a blank herself. ''I don't know what this is, date seemed the best thing to call it. I guess I ran out of viable words.''

''But.. would you mind if we called it that?''

[Anjali Kedar]

Anjali gulped, but smiled anyway.  She wasn't entirely sure she would ever grow accustomed to how open the girl was about "chasing" her, or anything else pertaining to how much she seemed to like her.  She just wasn't accustomed to people speaking so freely about their attraction to her, especially when she simply couldn't understand it herself.  She wondered if it was the age difference.  Four years wasn't that much, but surely she would be more self assured by then, wouldn't she? Celia probably had a lot of wisdom to impart on her.  At least sexually speaking. 

"I would hardly call you an old maid." She pointed out, shaking her head as Celia went on about the pizza, smiling once more.  "Agreed."  Celia couldn't seem to keep her mind from sex though, which was still surprising to her.  Every time she herself thought about it she got all hot and anxious, didn't Celia do the same? Well, the hot part probably most definitely, but she supposed the anxious part wasn't so much a factor for the older girl.  

"Hey, you brought it up, not me!" She pointed out, knowing Celia was joking.  She pulled her phone out, deciding to go ahead and call for the pizza.  "If anyone's thinking about men and meat and porno's it's you." She pointed at Celia accusingly, then swiped the phone open to get to her contacts, finding the pizza place.  Her gaze pulled away from the phone as the other girl continued about the dating business. Carbon dating? She cocked a confused brow at her, knowing full well she hadn't meant that.  All she could do was watch her as she stumbled over her words.  Date did sort of seem like the best thing to call it she supposed, it just wasn't the type of date she was used to.  Sitting on her couch, drinking tea and talking.  She thought a date would be more, well, planned.

"No, uh, we can call it that." She pushed a smile on her face again, though she was still a bit unsure.  "A first date.."  She still wasn't sure she wanted to date Celia, but she reminded herself that a date didn't mean girlfriend.  She wanted to feel it all out first, make sure this was what she wanted.  Besides, it was Celia who had kept saying friends first, sexual stuff later, and she liked the idea of friendship first.  She was still so new to all of this, but that didn't mean she was uninterested.  She was very much interested, and flattered as hell.  

"So.." She looked down at the phone, the warm glow in her cheeks keeping the smile there.  "How about peppers and onions and pepperoni and sausage?" She suggested, willing to split the veggies and meat 50/50 since she preferred the vegetables usually.  She would load the whole thing with vegetables if she could.  "But warning, my breaths going to be gross afterwards.  Pizza breath.." She wrinkled her nose and shook her head.  "Probably not good for kissing."

[Celia Gaines]

''Compliment taken!'' Celia giddily replied when Anjali said she wouldn't call her an old maid. She knew she wasn't and there was not all that much of a compliment in there, but still it felt nice to hear. Certainly from her.

She shrugged. ''Guilty.'' She said as Anjali said she had been the one to bring it up. Yeah, so she was, maybe she liked sex more than she realised. Or the thought of it anyway. Sex with men though.. she supposed the pizza and sausage analogy was there, the link with men easily made. But to actually do it..? Maybe if she was drunk enough, and only then to deny them or something. She didn't know, it had never happend and really, she had no plans to let it happen. Ugh, men. Why did Anjali need to have a male brother? She supposed she needed to meet him sooner or later.. she'd sure as hell avvoid touching him though, which would make for a really awkward encounter.

That reminded her.. maybe she should come clean with why she disliked men so much before anything happened. In the sense of meeting her family, anyway. She had no idea if it would ever come that far, but it never hurt to take precautions, right?

''Yeah, and don't you even try to deny that thought crossed your mind as well!'' She teased. ''Still. There'll be no men involved tonight. Unless we convince the pizza guy to join us or something. We could play poker, maybe some twister.'' She shrugged with a smile and a stuuck out tongue.

So it was a date now.. somehow this wasn't what she had in mind when she came over. But.. she supposed they did get to know each other so the classificatioon 'date' wasn't all that farfetched. ''Not exactly what I had in mind, but I'll go with it.'' She said. ''This does change some rules though.'' She raised her index finger and gazed past it at the other girl. ''Only one of them, really; and that is no sex on the first date.'' That wasn't really something she adhered to, but it made her look an eensy bit more cultured.

''Peppers? You want this to be hot in more ways than one, don't you?'' She laughed. ''Very well, I agree to those terms. And pizza breath is bad for kissing? Psh. Not when you love pizza.'' She said, jokingly nudging Anjali. ''Besides, we'd both have pizza breath.''

''That or we can wait if you want it to be more.. I dunno.. special?''

[Anjali Kedar]

"You didn't give me a chance to let it cross my mind!" She insisted with laughter in her voice.  Her nose wrinkled at the thought of the pizza guy joining them in, well, whatever they planned to do.  Something told Anjali that Celia had been into men at some point and she wondered if she was really interested in women or if it had been a bad experience that brought her over.  It wasn't really her business, so she didn't ask, but perhaps one day she might probe depending on how close they got.

"Let's let the pizza guy do his job.  Besides, I don't know how to play poker and I don't have Twister, which is fine since you'd lose anyway." She pointed out.  Celia would have a field day playing Twister with her.  In no time she was sure the girl would find a way to grope her or at the least make her uncomfortable.  Plus, they'd get twisted in knots in minutes.

"Hey, you're the one who called this a date, not me." She reminded with a warm smile, her stomach twisting in knots at the very thought of this being a date.  "And I can get on board with no sex on the first date."  It would certainly give her more time to prepare herself for it all.  No sex didn't mean no kissing though, or no touching.  Would there be touching? She was sure there would be touching.  Though it freaked her out a little, she hoped there would be touching.  

"They're not hot peppers. Just, yah know, regular peppers!" Though she wouldn't be entirely opposed to some spicy yellow peppers on the pizza.  She was used to her food having a bite to it.  "True, I guess your breath would be stinky, too.  I have gum though."  She raised a brow.  "Wait for what?"

[Celia Gaines]

She could deny all she wanted but Celia knew it was on her mind, certainly now when she had forced the girl to actively think about it. ''That's bull and you know it!'' She replied with a smirk. She knew that, while men were pigs they could have their moments. And two beautiful women was a moment, right? Maybe Anjali had figured her out though, it'd be a long time before she ever allowed a man that closed to her, last time she'd done that was when she was seventeen.

When she said she didn't know how to play poker Celia lit up. ''Forget the pizza guy, lets go play some strip poker! You know, for payback on the twister front.'' She knew it would likely never happen, but the mere thought of it was fun enough on its own. Maybe she'd be on board with it in the end, who knew?

''Did I?'' She asked, trying to come across as genuine. She probably did. For someone who had blue hair she had her fair share of blond moments. Like how she had already forgotten to treat this like a date, or that she'd even said it. ''Agreed then,'' she said. ''No sex.'' To hide her disappointment was difficult, but she thought she managed to do just fine. ''I'll deal. We'll just use this time to have some fun 50's style! And.. not by waging war.. Sun Tzu and all, that Egyptian guy.'' She joked. ''Just plain old talking, maybe sneak in a kiss.'' Which she guessed was so not 50's style. ''But with women. And touching. And make-up?''

She sighed then. ''I'm rambling aren't I?'' She asked. ''I'm sorry. I don't get to know people. Usually at least.'' She leaned in for a hug and embraced Anjali tightly. ''Thanks for being here.''

She released the girl and smiled. ''Well, you know, impulse kiss or something.'' She replied as Anjali asked to wait for what, which in hindsight was better left unsaid because it seemed she hadn't remembered it anyway. ''You know, not planning it and just having it happen, whether it be now or in a month.''

[Anjali Kedar]

All she could do was laugh and shake her head.  "No way." She insisted unable to contain her amusement. "And I'm not agreeing to strip poker until I stand a chance at winning a round or two. I'm not going to sit there naked while you're full clothed, that would totally awkward."  Anjali was comfortable with her body, but she also knew Celia wanted to see more of it than she had, and sitting there allowing the other girl to watch and scrutinize made her uneasy.  Unless of course she had the opportunity to do the very same in return, not that she would.  Even if Celia was naked she would be bashful about looking at her.  Bodies were just bodies, and she was used to getting dressed and undressed in front of other women. She had done it with her cousins, but it was rude to stare and something told her Celia would do just that.  Look and touch.

Touching.  Celia agreed to no sex, but did that mean no touching at all? Maybe it just meant clothes stayed on, which was plenty fine with her.  "Wait.. Sun Tzu was Chinese, wasn't he?" She wasn't sure what Celia was getting at. What did having fun 50's style entail?  "So, are we talking about touching and make-up, or actually touching.  And applying make-up.." She chuckled softly with the way Celia, for a change, got off course with her rambling.

Anjali wondered what she meant by not getting to know people.  Did she usually skip right to.. well, the fun stuff? Not that getting to know each other wasn't fun.  She was enjoying this part, too.  "It's okay, consider it payback for all the rambling I've done." She offered, wrapping her arms around Celia in a gentle embrace.  She had to admit it felt good to hug the other girl.  She was soft and warm and smelled genuinely wonderful.

She gave a nod.  "It's better not to plan it.  Makes the whole thing less.. expectant? I don't know." She gave a soft laugh and nipped at the corner of her bottom lip, her eyes moving instinctively down to the lips they were discussing.  She did have nice lips. "Or.." She started, "We could just, like, get it over with now so we don't have to wonder.." She suggested, looking back up into the woman's pale blue eyes and swallowing hard. "Well, you know, not like getting it over like it's a bad thing, just.. yah know, to like experience it and stuff so we're not constantly thinking about it."

[Celia Gaines]

''50's style.'' She still continued to ramble. ''You know, being meager housewives with buns in our hair and black and white.'' Celia had no idea any more, and to be honest, that last comment Anjali had made didn't make it easier on her. While she would be used to such a thing otherwise, or actually being the one to suggest it, this time was a bit different for some reason. Maybe it was the fact she had called it a date. Perhaps it was because she really liked her. She had no idea, she widened her eyes at her own comment though and put up her hands and violent shook her head. ''I didn't mean-! I-''

She lowered her head and sighed, quickly raising her head to reveal a smile after only a few seconds. ''Moving on!'' She said with a slap on her legs with both hands. ''Hold on, you constantly think about it?'' That was kind of sweet, really. In a very metal kind of way. ''That's cute.'' She wouldn't deny that she was too, but beyond that she was hoping that the whole no sex thing would turn out to be a bust.

Celia licked her lips and looked at hers. Maybe they did need to get it over with just to no longer have to think about it. ''I get what you're saying.'' She responded, now more serious than she had been, though with a hint of playfulness in her eyes. ''You want these things!'' She teased as she pointed at her lips, leaning in playfully.

''Boy, if I didn't know any better I would think I was just another body to you.'' She teased as she did just what Anjali suggested; she was getting it over with as she pressed her lips against hers.

[Anjali Kedar]

Anjali offered an incredulous look before slowly shaking her head.  A bun and black and white? Sounded so Leave It To Beaver, but she was no June Cleaver.  For starter's she wasn't white, but all that aside she was gay, and messy and not so sure she could cook dinner the way that woman did.  She would have done terrible in the 50's.  "Let's not do that." She insisted, laughter in her voice as she spoke.  

Celia moved on and it was nice to see the other girl get flustered now and then.  It made Anjali feel better about herself, until the girl turned it around on her again.  "I-- No I mean, not like, I mean I've thought about it.  I think about it.  Not like all the time, just like, yah know.."  She swiped a hand over her eyes.  Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered opening her mouth.  "I wouldn't call it cute." Celia understood what she'd meant though, even if she gave her a hard time about it.  Well, not a hard time, but she hadn't made things any easier for the chronic spaz she was spending her afternoon with.  Would she always be a spaz around Celia?

She did want her lips, and she nipped the inside of her own in anticipation.  "How could you be just another body when I've never had another one to compare it to?" She interjected, realizing how ridiculous she must seem after she said it.  God, she was such a loser. A loser who was watching practically in slow mo as the girl beside her leaned in. 

Celia's lips were soft and strangely sweet. Instinctively she leaned into her, slipping a hand onto her leg as she kissed a girl for the first time. It was the first kiss that meant something to her, the first kiss she had with someone she actually wanted to kiss. Her lips had met those of a few boys in the past, but none of them had been what she'd wanted.  The kisses were reciprocated out of kindness, not wanting to bruise the egos of the men she was with, a surprisingly easy task.

She pulled back slowly and swallowed hard, looking up into the other girls eyes. It was done; the first kiss was out of the way and now it wouldn't be discussed again.  "Now you can shut up about it." She teased mischievously, gliding her hand down Celia's leg and resting it lightly against her knee.

[Celia Gaines]

She licked her lips as Anjali pulled back, her eyes meeting those of Celia, the taste of her still obvious. She felt her hand on her knee and almost wished it wasn't her knew it was on. Celia blinked and grew a smile. To know she was likely someones first kiss with the appropriate gender was amazing, and the lingering sweetness of her lips confirming for her that she indeed knew how to kiss, and in a way she wouldn't soon forget. Anjali would see a song written about her or something.

''I could do that..'' She started her reply as she put her hand on the cheek of the other girl, softly stroking it as it slowly slid down her shoulder then and down to the hand that was placed upon her knee, softly tickling it. ''Or I could not.'' She said as Anjali said it had happened; she could shut up about the kiss now.

It hadn't been spontanious, not really anyway, but memorable all the same. Another lick of her lips made sure she remembered though, Anjali tasted like more.

Celia looked at Anjali and, without consciously doing it found herself leaning in for a kiss once more, though this time she would be putting more of herself into it, perhaps even climbing on top of her. ''How long until the pizza guy gets here?'' She asked silently, slightly opening her eyes.

[Anjali Kedar]

Her skin to light on fire wherever Celia's hand trailed, starting at her cheek and sliding all the way down her body until it was pressed atop the hand she pressed to the other girls knees.  Anjali swallowed hard and smiled at the way Celia's fingers tickled the top of her hand.  "Knowing you, you won't." She teased softly, though her heart was fluttering with the way the other girl looked at her.

This entire situation was confusing and wonderful all at the same time.  She liked what was happening, liked the attention from the other girl, like the experience of it all.  Confusion set in as she worked to figure out her own feelings.  Hormones were kicking into overdrive and she liked what was happening, but she didn't know what she wanted out of all of this.  She didn't want to use Celia, she didn't want to hurt her either.  She didn't really know what Celia wanted which made her hesitant to jump in.  Plus she was still working through coming public with her sexuality.  She wasn't confident or comfortable being an openly gay woman just yet. For now she knew it was best to simply enjoy the ride and figure it all out later, when she had her mind completely trained on the matter.

Realizing she was over thinking, which always brought doubt and worry, not things she cared to consider with this attractive woman so unbearably close, she focused back on Celia and her lips, which were leaning back into her.

The aerokinetic hummed gently against Celia's lips, feeling the intensity of the moment grow with every passing second.  This was happening.. right now.. she was kissing a girl on her couch!  The fingers at the girls knee moved up to her thigh, gently pressing the pads into the other girls flesh. How strangely natural it all felt.  The girl laughed, shaking her head, keeping her mouth dangerously close to the other's.  "I haven't even had a chance to call yet.  You distracted me." She chastised gently, grinning as she leaned back in to kiss her again, but only briefly.  "I should call.  We'll regret it in forty five minutes when we're hungry and there's nothing to eat."  She swiped her phone open, realizing she'd never even put it down, pulling the pizza place's number up and pressing send.  Her heart was still pounding from the kiss, hoping there would be more.  Soon.

[Celia Gaines]

''So long..?'' She said, trying to joke as the feeling of Anjali on her lips was apparent. Her eyes followed her as she fiddled with her phone and for some reason Celia was hoping right then that those fingers were back on her thigh, but not on the outside this time. No sex didn't mean no touching after all, and Anjali being a yoga adept meant she knew all the good places to touch. Maybe she could show off her handywork with a massage or something and Celia could start tempting her with it, whatever happend though, it would be nothing but a call for more.

She closed her eyes briefly and swallowed. It had been quite the long time since she had something like this, someone who actually had to be kissed instead of just kissing her. The thrill of the hunt had come back, and Celia thought that was what she missed as she put her hand on the shoulder of the other girl and leaned in, silently pecking her on her cheek as she made the order. Her hand sliding down her body then, over her chest and onto her knee. Pizza and kissing! Anjali knew the way to Celia's heart.

''And you distracted me by kissing back.'' She said as Anjali could be talked to once more, sending her a smile as she spoke. Were she lacking any sign of tact she would have stated that there would be plenty to eat, but she wasn't that stupid. ''So..'' Celia began as she slid her hand over her upper leg and began drawing circles. ''I have a suggestion..''

She looked at Ajali and almost blushed, looking into her eyes. This was odd, really odd, she had never done this before with anyone. Sure she had kissed before, but it had never been like this. The way it was now the no sex thing was pretty blurred.

''We should enjoy pizza-less breath while we still can.'' She hinted, biting her lower lip slightly.

[Anjali Kedar]

Her nose wrinkled.  "Well, you started it, so.. there." She pointed out as if she had somehow won this battle.  It wasn't much of a battle, though.  It didn't matter, because in the end they had both been distracted by the kiss.

Anjali was hyper aware of the hand on her leg as she hit send on the phone.  What sort of suggestion? A brow raised and her mouth opened to ask when someone answered on the other end of the phone. "Delmonte's, pick up or delivery?" She got flustered, forgetting exactly what she was calling for.  "Hello?" "Yes, oh, uh.. sorry, uhmm.. Delivery? Just a medium pizza, peppers, onions, sausage and pepperoni."  She finished up the transaction quickly and hung up, the boy on the other end promising their food would be there in thirty to forty minutes.

"Alright, what's your suggestion?" She asked, smiling again.  She still felt flushed, but at least now their food was on its way and there was an end in sight for whatever happened next between them.  Celia's suggestion was one that made her stomach squirm with a strange delight.  Enjoying pizza free breath meant more kissing.  Thirty to forty minutes of it to be exact.  She pulled her lips in and let them slide out as she considered the offer, giving a slow nod which gradually quickened.

"Yeah, uh.. I mean.. that's probably a good idea." She nodded taking a deep breath and giving a shy smile. "Soo.. more kissing?"

[Celia Gaines]

''Probably a good idea?'' She repeated, sarcastically leaning back and putting her hands on her sides, leaving the leg of the other girl in need of her touch. She shook her head briefly asnd then smiled, sticking out her tongue slightly as her hands went down to the couch once more, Celia missing the texture she had been feeling earlier, left to wonder what it could have possibly led to.

Although she wasn't the greatest listener in the world she did have decent ears aand could pick up voices from quite some distance; something she'd picked up talking to her own band members in a crowd of wild metal people. Due to that she picked up on how long it'd take, that paired with the fact she had ordered pizza herself before led her to reason that their food would likely arrive in half an hour or so. She wondered though.. would the pizza be in slices or would they have to cut it themselves?

No matter. She'd pick the pieces Anjali had her hands on anyway. What exactly she would be doing was played out time and time again in her head, though the other girl would undoubtedly find that a bit 'blegh' to begin with. That didn't mean she wouldn't tease though. Suddenly, with that thought she was no longer hungry, yet wanted the pizza to be there, between them. Not just for the teasing, but also because she knew that if she was left to her own devices she wouldn't stop kissing her, and likely ending up having sex with her or something.

''Girl, I have the best ideas!'' She joked as she waited no longer for her to answer and instead just leaned in and pressed her lips to hers.