<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Erin and Mar's bedroom<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited, feisty<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste did not like mornings, and neither did her stubborn body, which showed its disapproval by refusing to move and react the way it normally did. Worse, everything around her seemed to happen so much faster than it should have done. No. Mornings were not Celeste's friend. As such, she hardly noticed her Mommy's movement until the older woman lay directly on top of her. Celeste blinked. Then she giggled. Perhaps she could forgive her morning sluggishness just this once. After all, she did not mind having Erin on top of her like this. In fact, she could think of no better way to get through the normally torturous few minutes of the morning.<br/><br/>A kiss to wake Sleeping Beauty. Just like a fairy-tale. And she found herself grinning up at the redhead when their lips parted.<br/><br/>Celeste then yawned a squeaky little yawn, and settled her hand hands, soft and small, upon the older woman's hips. Though they'd only been together a couple days, she had already become more comfortable around Mar and Erin than she had any other two people she'd ever met. No doubt a part of that came from their somewhat lengthy courting period online and over the phone. But Celeste liked to think that it had more to do with the fact that they three were made for each other, a family by love if not by blood.<br/><br/>"Shopping? Really?" She asked, the sleepiness suddenly gone from her voice, replaced by girlish excitement. Her grin grew a little wider. She knew, of course, that part of this arrangement included Mommy and Daddy spoiling their little princess. They promised to take care of all her needs, including her clothing, her food, her school supplies, and even her tuition. All of that, of course, came with one serious condition: Celeste should never feel like she was being bribed into this, or bought. And she didn't. She would have been happy to be a part of their family,<em>her</em>family, without any spoiling at all. To her, that part was just a bonus. And, perhaps, it did make this feel a little more like a<em>real</em>family. After all, it was a Mommy and Daddy's job to take care of their little girl; it was their little girl's job to . . . well, be their little girl who never had to worry about how she'd pay for school.<br/><br/>"Wait, you're going to cook?" Celeste asked suddenly, wrinkling her nose. Then she giggled again, and pinched the side of her Mommy's butt. Not too hard, but Erin would definitely feel the sting. One thing both women were very quickly learning: they had themselves a very feisty little submissive. "Maybe we should just eat out . . ." Then, to make<em>sure</em>Erin knew she was joking, Celeste lifted her face to press a soft kiss to the other woman's sweet lips.