Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).
The first thing Sam noticed when she opened the bathroom door was the smell. “Wow, that smells absolutely divine!” she said, loud enough for Amy to hear.
“Thanks!” said Amy, still bustling around in the kitchen. “It’ll only be another three minutes.” Amy bustled around the kitchen with grace and efficiency, seemingly using three or four arms to plate up food. She had made a very nice setting on the small, two-person table, complete with wine glasses and two bright red candles.
“Wow, you’ve really gone all out, Ames! Candles and everything,” Sam mused.
“Oh, yeah, remember how we tried to be fancy and sophisticated our first year in college, and you snuck in those candles so we could eat our boxed food and feel rich? I always liked those days, and I thought it would be fun to do again,” Amy responded, still busy as a bee.
“Ohh, right, I remember that,” said Sam. “We couldn’t think of what made things fancy past candles and having a half dozen forks apiece. I never did learn how you’re supposed to use so many,” she meandered, noting that their settings each had three forks.
“I’ll teach you!” said Amy, as she turned around and began setting dishes in the small, free space on the table. “It’s kind of something I’ve had to pick up in my career.” Amy finished setting the table, and the pair sat.
“Amy, have I ever told you how amazing it is to know such a talented chef? This food all looks and tastes incredible!” Sam complimented, “and I can’t believe you went to all the effort to make lobster thermidor just for us. Thank you so much!”
Amy blushed a bit and tried to jokingly wave off the praise before she took a sip of her rosé. She swallowed a second time and looked up at Sam, saying, “Hey, I’m sorry about the whole, you know, shower thin-” but before she could finish, Sam interrupted. “Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen me naked, right? Remember that frat pool party you conned me into going to, when we played topless water polo, and how you got up on my shoulders and hit people who stared too long with the pool noodle?” Sam mused, laughing at the memory, realizing that the seeds of her current feelings did lie that far back in their relationship. Her heart began to grow heavy with the emotion, but she kept the mirth on her face.
“Oh, yeah! Haha, that party was awesome!” Amy laughed.
They spent the next forty-five minutes chatting away about their memories together and lamenting the lost time in between. Sam slowly realized that this wasn’t her first, second, or third wine refill and that several hours had passed since they had finished the delicious meal and even more delicious cake Amy had somehow managed to whip up at the same time. At one point they both reached across the table for the wine bottle, and Sam’s hand closed over Amy’s without noticing it. Her hair had instantly stood on end, and an electric shiver went through her, as dopamine rushed through her system. She looked up and met Amy’s eyes for a solid second before letting go. Amy’s beautiful blue eyes shone at her, revealing nothing but joy and answering zero questions about Sam’s feelings for her. The candles, it turned out, had been a bit of a bust, as they kept leaking wax at an alarming rate before Amy had to blow them out to prevent her tablecloth from getting covered. Still, they had injected a romantic air into the evening, and Sam was happy Amy had thought to bring up such a fond memory.
Sam realized, at some point, that it was 2AM and she was definitely buzzing. She decided to call it quits before getting another refill – she remembered that alcohol tended to make both of their dreams weird and exacerbated her friend’s sleep-talking and occasional sleep-walking. She looked pointedly at her phone and said, “Well, shit, I guess we better head to bed. Did you want me to set up here on the couch, or-”
“Nonsense!” Amy interjected, “You take my bed, I’ll sleep out on the couch. You’re my guest!”
“No, no, I couldn’t do that. You don’t have to sleep on the couch in your own home! Do you want to just split the bed?” Sam asked a split-second before realizing how forward that might seem if Amy had picked up on her desire.
“Sure, we can do that!” said Amy, cheerily. “It’ll be like that time we made a cave with my bed as the roof and we fell asleep on yours watching movies” Sam grinned widely at the memory.
“Ready to head to bed?” or, at least that’s what she would have said, if she hadn’t looked up just in time to see Amy’s head nod forward and her body slouch down in the telltale sign of someone who just fell asleep sitting up, until gravity asserted her cruel dominance.
“Okay, let’s go,” Sam said to no one in particular, set her wine glass on the nearby table, and stood up. She stepped up to Amy and carefully plucked the wine glass out of her hand, mercifully empty from the rug’s perspective, before setting it too on the table. She leaned in close to Amy’s now slumped form and gently whispered, “Ames, Amy, can you hear me? I think it’s time we hit the sack,” to no response. A little louder, she reiterated, “Hey, Ames, c’mon – bed time,” to which Amy’s eyes fluttered open, and she quickly pulled herself back up into a more natural position.
“I wassen sleepin’; YOU were sleepin’,” Amy mumbled before shaking her head and yawning. “Okay, okay, I’m awake for real now. Yeah, definitely time for bed. Let me just get changed into some PJ’s.
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