Rebecca was always hungry after sex. Olivia would fuck her first, because after she came herself she’d collapse bonelessly against the futon. Her eyes only half-open, she’d watch Rebecca bustling naked around the studio’s kitchenette, spreading peanut butter on toast and licking it off her fingers as it melted. When she came back to bed, her kisses tasted of it, mingled with the flavor of Olivia’s own sex. Now revived, Olivia would fuck her again, harder.
When Rebecca told her she was going away to med school, Olivia threw out her jar of peanut butter. (She hadn’t eaten it since.)