He better not show up! Neither of us are leaving this bed until you've been sufficiently cuddled!
[His arms wrap further around her, as possessive as they are protective. No way anyone is gonna ruin this officially approved cozy moment! Humming pleasantly, Bandou does his best to nudge a few stray hairs to the side with his nose so he can pepper her neck with comforting kisses.]
[Despite doing his best impression of an affectionate boa constrictor, her shoulders still manage to hitch up as Bandou starts nosing the short, ticklish strands of hair out of his way. Her laughter doesn't stop, just redoubles as she retaliates, fingertips skittering in a spider walk against his side, but it turns just a hint breathy as he goes about planting kisses along her neck.]
Who gets to decide when I'm 'sufficiently cuddled'?
[The end of his answer is stuttered slightly at her wandering fingertips. Even if they aren't quite at his insignia, the idea that they could be is enough to get him fidgeting.]
Then I guess we can do a preliminary assessment at my nine o'clock alarm.
[The hitch to his words doesn't go unnoticed, but it does have her assuming it and the fidgeting has more to do with her fingers discovering ticklish spots than any proximity to his mark. At least until that remark. That has her leveling a coy smile at him, chuckling while her fingers return to inching down his side, this time veering off the path a little to wander across the edge of his rib cage.]
[Any doubts she had about what he has on his mind should be dashed away at the sound he makes. A shuddering hum that edges on needy as her fingers dance around the marking.]
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[His arms wrap further around her, as possessive as they are protective. No way anyone is gonna ruin this officially approved cozy moment! Humming pleasantly, Bandou does his best to nudge a few stray hairs to the side with his nose so he can pepper her neck with comforting kisses.]
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Who gets to decide when I'm 'sufficiently cuddled'?
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[The end of his answer is stuttered slightly at her wandering fingertips. Even if they aren't quite at his insignia, the idea that they could be is enough to get him fidgeting.]
Unless you aren't satisfied yet.
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[The hitch to his words doesn't go unnoticed, but it does have her assuming it and the fidgeting has more to do with her fingers discovering ticklish spots than any proximity to his mark. At least until that remark. That has her leveling a coy smile at him, chuckling while her fingers return to inching down his side, this time veering off the path a little to wander across the edge of his rib cage.]
I think I have everything I asked for?
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...tease~