From: petitechou	Date: January 12th, 2011 08:40 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"What's a poptart" Frankie asked as she nuzzled Tatum's neck. "It sounds very unhealthy."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: January 13th, 2011 11:28 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"They're terrible and delicious.. and amazing," Tatum murmured, tipping her head up a bit as Frankie nuzzled her. "It's like, sugary stuff inside of like.. a pastry. And you put it in the toaster, and they have chocolate ones."

She trailed off some for a moment, before glancing down at Frankie. "It's still hot in here, I'm taking my jeans off," she announced, before unceremoniously begin to try to squirm out of them, pushing them from her hips.

	From: petitechou	Date: January 13th, 2011 11:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"I don't even know how you get those off" Frankie marvelled. "They are like shedding your skin." She sat up and grabbed an ankle and began pulling with some force.

"And poptarts sound disgusting. I don't trust anything chocolate that goes in the toaster." She sniffed at the idea and kept pulling.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: January 13th, 2011 11:54 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"It's a fucking struggle," Tatum agreed, doing her best to do her part in getting out of the jeans. Actually pulling and not just squirming was a good idea, and with Frankie's help, she managed to get them at least most of the way off. Kicking her feet a bit to get them the rest of the way, she grinned.

"Team workkkkk!" she murmured, lifting a hand for a high-five. "Although I dunno if I can kiss a poptart hater. They're so good!"

	From: petitechou	Date: January 13th, 2011 11:58 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie managed the high five without too much trouble and flopped back down and stroked Tatum's leg.

"Fuck poptarts!" She yelled. "Have you ever heard of a grapefruit? My mother eats one every breakfast."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: January 14th, 2011 12:03 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Fuck grapefruit! Have you ever tasted a grapefruit? That shit is like ass," Tatum replied, scrunching up her nose and making a face. She looked down at Frankie seriously, reaching over to run a hand through her hair. "You're pretty," she murmured, her mind flitting from one thought to another in two seconds flat. It was hard to focus, but it felt nice, and she was glad to be there.

"Do you wanna open the windows?"