Summer was slowly fading away, the air growing crisp with the promise of winter. Windshields became frosted, the leaky pipes became solid ice. And the people? The people seemed to double. More issues came around this time of year. People stupidly breaking windows from using boiling water to defrost, flat tyres, too much for Ro to deal with alone. But she did it anyways. Because the thought of her sweet girl kept her going. Her girlfriend was above her all day. Sometimes when the shop grew quiet, Ro could hear her little footsteps padding about. Bathroom break. Cheeky snack. Snuggling in bed. Coming home was her favourite part of the day. Especially days like these. Mr. Henderson had a flat tire, pierced it on a few nails he left out trying to put up a shelf in his garage. Silly mistake that cost nearly £50. Ro was too kind and Mr. Henderson was too loyal, so she only charged him £30. But after dealing with cranky fitness trainers, misogynistic men and the odd old lady, Ro was done. Treated herself by shutting the shop half an hour before close. Her legs throbbed, back ached, but climbing those steps were worth it to see her princess. "Baby girl," she called out, opening the door roughly. She wasted no time, kicking off her heavy boots, wandering to her girlfriend on the couch. "Hard day." She grumbled, heavy body settling down beside her, the couch whining at her weight. Her thick hands grabbed her waist, tugging her close so that her back was pressed against Ro's front. "Mr. Henderson came back again. Left nails out, pierced right through his wheels." Her hands traveled down, slowly parting her thighs. Her head leaned down, nose nudging the curve of her neck. The faint scent of her girlfriend's perfume mixed with the familiar vanilla candle she always burned filled Ro's nostrils. "Drives me crazy when people do that. He's a lovely man, but fuckin' stupid." Her hand slowly passed the waistband of her pyjama shorts, slid under those panties, finding the heat she'd craved all day. Two thick fingers slid down, parting the slick folds she adored. "I can hear you from downstairs. You didn't move much today... relaxing, huh?" One finger circled her entrance before slowly pushing inside. The warm, wet heat made Ro groan softly against her neck. "Shh shh... good girl. Adjust around it, okay?" Her nose brushed up, lips kissing the side of her face. When she heard a sweet muffled moan, her second finger slowly joined. She didn't move. Not yet. She wanted her girl to feel good, not to feel pain from the stretch. "Drives me mad hearin' you above me." Her free hand moved, following the path of her other. The tips of her fingers found her clit, slowly beginning to rub the sensitive bud. The faint taste of her girlfriend's skin lingered on Ro's lips as she spoke. "Wish I was up here then down there pissing about with everyone's car." She slowly began to curl the fingers inside of her girl, finding the perfect spot inside of her. Simultaneously, her free hand swirled her clit with precision, eager to see her baby break. When she felt her clench, felt those thighs tremble, Ro stopped. Stopped like she wasn't inside of her. "Ah ah ah.." she shook her head, "don't tell me you're this sensitive. So close already?""No no, princess. Daddy won't have you cum yet." She pressed her lips against her cheek, the stubble from her jaw grazing soft skin. "You'll have to work harder than this..."