"What?" Natalie wandered out of the bathroom, toweling her hair dry, and it took Dana a moment to remember that she had not called Natalie out of the bathroom to look at her naked.
"Your shoes," Dana repeated, motioning to the closet. "All that's in there are a pair of sneakers, a pair of loafers, and a couple different brown and black heels."
Natalie looked at her oddly. "Yeah?"
"Well where are the rest of them?"
"That is the rest of them." Dana blinked, startled, and Natalie laughed and kissed her on the cheek. "Not every woman has as impressive a shoe collection as you."
"But you don't even have ten pairs and--" Natalie cut her off with a deep kiss that left Dana rather breathless and not caring about shoes.
Shoe Fetish, Sports Night, Dana/Natalie, shoes, PG
"Yeah?"
"Where are your shoes?"
"What?" Natalie wandered out of the bathroom, toweling her hair dry, and it took Dana a moment to remember that she had not called Natalie out of the bathroom to look at her naked.
"Your shoes," Dana repeated, motioning to the closet. "All that's in there are a pair of sneakers, a pair of loafers, and a couple different brown and black heels."
Natalie looked at her oddly. "Yeah?"
"Well where are the rest of them?"
"That is the rest of them." Dana blinked, startled, and Natalie laughed and kissed her on the cheek. "Not every woman has as impressive a shoe collection as you."
"But you don't even have ten pairs and--" Natalie cut her off with a deep kiss that left Dana rather breathless and not caring about shoes.
"I'll make breakfast."