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"Hey, babe. Do you wanna do physical activities with me?" Fareeha asked her wife after having just finished every season of Grey's Anatomy.

Angela took pause from trying to bleach out the five hundred and one coffee stains from her black turtleneck dress whilst wearing an exact replica of said black turtleneck dress with five hundred and two coffee stains on it. "That sounds like a fine idea, darling."

Turns out, Angela did not think it was a fine idea after all.

"Why, on God's gay earth, am I being forced to do so many motherbitching push-ups?" Angela grunted out somewhere around her three hundredth push-up.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, Angela, but you could use about ten thousand more push-ups. Your upper arm strength 💪🏽 is practically non-existent." Fareeha said through her megaphone from her perch on Angela's back. "Also, I needed to stop you from wasting all that bleach on your dress. You were NEVER going to get all those stains out."

"A woman in a loving lesbian marriage can dream, can't she?"

"Dream about flabs to abs, Angela. I wanna see some ab definition on those those bad boys, AKA, your arms, by morning. Maybe you'll finally be able to pour yourself a cup of coffee without spilling it all over yourself."

"Oh, that's rich coming from you. You've been glued to that couch watching every season of Grey's Anatomy start to finish for weeks! I'm surprised you even know what physical activity is anymore."

Fareeha needed to see how many seasons Ellen Pompeo could cruise on Grey's Anatomy. Thirty seasons. She took thirty seasons worth of Grey's Anatomy paychecks before peacing out and Fareeha admired her for it.

"Don't worry about me and my goals, Angela. Worry about your next black turtleneck dress from Macy's clearance section. Worry about bringing it home, throwing it in the washer and then hanging it out to dry. Worry about putting on that black turtleneck dress from Macy's clearance section before grabbing a whole pot of coffee and spilling it all over yourself because you didn't have the upper arm strength to hold it. Worry about ruining your fiftieth black turtleneck dress you bought from Macy's clearance section, Angela. Worry about that."

Angela would have worried about it had her mind not been bombarded with distinctly other thoughts.

"Fareeha... That was kinda hot. Do you wanna do a different physical activity with me in the privacy of our bedroom?"

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