Never know unless you try.

First things first. "How are you feeling?" I asked, wanting to gauge just how much she had been...'fed'. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but if she was making breakfast it should have been a while. Hopefully Gaz wasn't craving already. The sex was great and all, but I wanted a buffer in between, if I could.

Resuming stirring, Gaz shrugged. "Better, I guess," she said, frowning as the wick she was using to stir had trouble going through the batter (which, of course, is an issue that she shouldn't be having). "No pain or anything." Phew. Assuming she was being honest about it (and admittedly, she hasn't been some times), the 'dose' seems to last a while. Hopefully twenty four hours, but that could be determined later.

Now, on the other hand, was time for a different experiment. "Amazing how you can still look so hot while covered in flour," I teased. Gaz jumped a little before turning to me with a pouty expression and pink cheeks. "John, c...come on, don't tease..." she scolded. Cute, but not proof one way or another...

"Sorry, sorry. You look so cute when you blush," I replied. Her face went a brighter shade and again her hand went to her stomach. "You okay?" I asked, looking at her hand.

Huffing, Gaz turned back to the batter and stirred harder, causing some batter to spill over the side. She failed to notice it. "It's just butterflies, okay? ...I'm not...it's just that...nobody has complimented me like that before," she confessed. Aahh...that made sense. It was just butterflies in her stomach. Nerves. That was a good sign.

Smiling at her, I pecked her nose. "Better get used to them. I don't plan on stopping any time soon," I informed her. She was now a tomato. "...good..." she whispered, a slight smile on her face. Our little moment was broken by a smell. "Fuck, the bacon is burning!"