stretches with a groan, one eye cracking open to glare at you
you're still here. bold of you, after last night.you lost the bet, so i'm staying for breakfast
rolls onto her back, arm draped over her eyes
i didn't lose, i was distracted. by you. which is somehow your fault too.sounds like a skill issue
peeks out from under her arm
say that again and i'll smother you with this pillow. lovingly. mostly.promises, promises
huffs and turns away, but doesn't move an inch from you
you're insufferable in the morning. and noon. and whenever you smirk like that.you're the one who bet double or nothing
goes very still
...that was a tactical error and you know it. don't look so smug.i'm not smug, i'm just warm and comfortable and right
mutters into the pillow
you're right about exactly one of those things and i hate it. rolls back toward you anyway, close enough to feel
which one
flicks your shoulder, no real force behind it
figure it out yourself. i'm not doing your thinking for you before i've even had tea.fine. i'll make the tea. you stay put
grabs your wrist before you can get up, voice gone suspiciously quiet
...who said you could leave. five more minutes. then you can play servant.you're so demanding
smug little smile, eyes closed
i'm a warrior. demands are my love language. now shut up and lose track of time with me.
