[ john rests his hands on hips when she rolls on top of him and smiles sleepily. this feels nice, it feels... right. he's spent so much time alone and this intimacy between lovers is nice to get back into. he's still stuck in the haze of sleep to think of anything other than the warmth and closeness of her body as something comforting, rather than sexual. but even the whisper of their activities last night wakes him up a bit more too.
he wraps his arms around her when she kisses him, trying to keep her in place for more. one is not enough. ]
Sleep well? [ he asks, eyes soft and undeniably happy. ]
[she isn't going to complain about the hold, even though it's unnecessary, she wasn't planning on moving again from this spot for a while. she might wiggle around a little bit, but that's entirely unrelated to any desire to move. this spot is really very comfortable, it's a wonder no one else had already planted (heh) a flag on it.]
Very well. Although I did have a dream that I had to fight the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, but it wasn't so bad. What about you, благообразный?
[ john lets out a deep, sleepy laugh at her dream. ] Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, huh? [ he looks thoughtful, trying to recall any of his dreams. he has the faint memory of a desert, of something mundane from a time that feels like it belongs to a different man. he shakes his head. ] Nothing that interesting, but I did sleep well.
Did you win? [ he asks, his hands drifting idly from her hips to her ass. ] Against the marshmallow.
You're going to insult me like that, first thing in the morning? [She's grinning too big at that sleepy laugh to sell this at all, it doesn't matter. She wouldn't stand a chance once his hands started vaguely wandering, either, so at least she's saving the effort from the start.
Hold that thought for a minute, actually, cause she'll take a more substantial, deeper kiss to go along with that movement, thank you very much.] Of course I won.
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he wraps his arms around her when she kisses him, trying to keep her in place for more. one is not enough. ]
Sleep well? [ he asks, eyes soft and undeniably happy. ]
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Very well. Although I did have a dream that I had to fight the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, but it wasn't so bad. What about you, благообразный?
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Did you win? [ he asks, his hands drifting idly from her hips to her ass. ] Against the marshmallow.
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Hold that thought for a minute, actually, cause she'll take a more substantial, deeper kiss to go along with that movement, thank you very much.] Of course I won.