Not So Virgin Daiquiri

The hallway light was distracting, so bright, but dim at the same time. Dimmer than the lights outside, but brighter than- darkness. Yes, brighter than the color of her name, brighter than the depths of her soul.

She gave a half giggle, head lulling back against the wall across the hallway from the doorway that lead to paradise, the colorful interior of their home. She remembered painting most of it, just like she remembered all fourteen men that she'd lured out of the bar to snack on. The buzz of all that blood had her higher than a kite, and because of that, she was going to sit here. She wasn't exactly sure how she'd got here, exactly, but she was half-sure that she'd walked there.

"Liiiiksie and Aaaarmy sitting in a tree... Something about face eating... not hungryyyyy" She sang, her voice still clear even without the lucidity of sobriety. "First comes... skipped that... second comes... nope... third comes ADRIAN! YAY!" Clapping her hands together, she frowned at her sleeves, not liking the way they looked so different from what she was supposed to look like. Who needed sleeves anyway?

Tugging at them, she eventually ended up topless, throwing the shirt at the person opening the door to her house, she laughed. "Liksie!"

"Tyurma," His voice was harsh, angry, but he forced himself too keep it low. He caught the shirt that was thrown at him, but didn't care at the moment. His face morphed into one of displeasure as he looked at the girl who was sitting across the hall from where he stood. "What the hell do you think you're doing. You aware of what time it is, aren't you? Are you aware that your son is asleep?"

After what felt like hours of tears and fighting, Feliks had finally settled Adrian down to sleep. The child, stubborn as he was, had run out of tears to cry over, energy to do it, and finally passed out. But the sleep was light, fitful. Vision sat by the child's head curled into a ball, offering a little bit of comfort. Feliks had been walking on pins and needles, waiting for the singer in the hall to come home.

Needless to say, he wasn't happy when he heard her through the door, his sensitive mind jumping immediately to the possibility that she would wake the boy.

Closing the door behind him with a soft click. He trusted Vision and Nightmare to an extent and his wrist watch was charmed to behave like a baby monitor anyway. If Adrian needed him, he'd hear. Folding his arms over his chest, his lips were pressed and his eyebrow raised. The shirt remained in his hand, but he hadn't once bothered to comment or even acknowledge the fact that she wasn't wearing one. This wasn't the situation for that.

"What are you even doing out here anyway? Where have you been all night?"

"Liksie!" She giggled, reaching for him with both hands, fingers spread wide to try and bring him toward her. Her face morphed to match his, and she held a finger to her lips, shushing him. "Don't you know what time it is? You'll wake Bedalito!" Tsking, she hummed the song she had been singing earlier, tilting her head back to gaze upward at the lights.

"You have my shirt." She accused, narrowing her eyes back at him. "Give it back, meanie. If you aren't going to enjoy the view, might as well pull down the blinds." She struck a pose, smiling. "See?" She struck another. "See?" She pouted up at him, fluttering her lashes. "Sometimes I think you're gay, always ignoring me."

His fist clenched around the shirt as his annoyance increased at the girl in front of him. It was just annoyance - it was frustration. How could she have been so irresponsible, so obnoxious, so-

Her own age. Sometimes Feliks seemed to forget that they were both still children, neither even out of their teen yet, though Feliks was getting close. Their lives just seemed completely removed from what children, teenagers were supposed to be.

That though brought him to reason for only a moment before her next thought seemed to throw him over the edge again. IT was a dangerous edge, one he didn't like to drift too close not here, around Adrian, around her. Still tonight he had not only drifted too close but had fallen right over. The shirt in his hand got chucked to the side, flew from his hand with a soft growl. But not back at her, but in the opposite direction, down the hall. With both hands free he stomped across the small space between them. His large hands grabbed her arms just below the shoulder, tight grip stopping just above hurting as he pulled her roughly too her feet, his body pressing her into the wall the only thing keeping her up. Another growl emitted from his lips as his fist banged into the wall beside her head - it had never been intended to hit her, not at all, though for a moment it was possible that it looked like it might have.

"Why do you always have to be so-so-"

His tongue was in her mouth, exploring with the hunger of a starving man. His lips moved roughly against hers as his hips bucked, pushing heavily against her own. The warmth between their body more than just touch, a fire of electricity.

The hand that was once a fist flattened against the wall as if bracing himself up, and the other hand roamed the exposed skin, a miner finding goal, a pirate with his treasure. The touch was full of complete, seductive reverence. It wasn't long before his lips followed the his hands, tongue slowly running along the skin from her neck down her arm. His free hand played with the straps of her bra, pushing it back, down her arm.

As soon as he was against her, he was gone again, moving away from her putting as much distance between them as he could. His shoulders were tense and no matter how many times he rolled them they wouldn't relax. Picking up her shirt again, he held it in his hands for a long moment, the object being brought up to his face before he tossed it back to her again.

"Put your shirt on Tyurma. You're drunk - on one thing or another," his voice was tired but it also held the odd frustration that he didn't understand. "I'm not going to-Not now-not-not like-"

He rolled his shoulders again. He still hadn't turned around, "Tyurma."

The pout deepened as she watched her shirt fly down the hallway, her focus staying on the yellow fabric until his proximity distracted her, and she was on her feet, pressed against the wall. Blinking up at him, she canted her head to the side, watching the emotions that flitted across his face without even a flinch at his wall-punch. Liksie would never hurt her, of that much she was sure.

“I-”

His mouth was on hers, and whatever she’d been saying was lost. A low sound - somewhere between a moan and a whimper - flew from her throat as her arms found their way around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Something slow and saccharine was unfurling in her stomach, even as her heart sped up in compensation and her breathing shallowed. Every sensation he brought to her was magical, long awaited and absolute perfection.

Her soft sound of protest from him ending the kiss melted away as his lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, the girl all but melting as he laved glorious attention upon her tender flesh. Shivering beneath his touch, she was willing- more than willing- to let him do whatever he wanted as long as she continued to feel like...

Where did he-?

She slid down to the floor, legs no longer having the ability to hold her up. Skin flushed and breath shallow, she groaned, heated brown eyes following his movement away from her. “Liksie-” She whined, the smirk that had been growing across her lips slipping into a pout. That wasn’t fair, he couldn’t just- just- stop!

Catching the shirt thrown in her direction, she looked down at it for a moment before slipping it over her shoulders, not bothering to button it up as she stood silently, eyes sweeping his form. Her steps were completely silent as she moved toward him, bottom lip finding its way between her teeth as she reached up for him. Her touch was tender, gentle on his shoulders as she tried to ease their tension. One hand came off as she walked around him, gazing up into his eyes as she pressed his shoulders upward, and then down and back. “Let me.” She said softly, gaze never leaving him.

Slowly, she rose to her tip toes, hesitating briefly a hairsbreadth away from him before she brushed her lips against his, the motion soft and chaste. In the next motion, before she could think to do otherwise, her lips were tracing up his jawline, slow and steady as she left a trail of soft kisses to his ear.

“The only thing I’m drunk on is you.” She murmured, continuing her path downward, toward his neck, with slow open mouthed kisses.

"I think I can-" he stopped bothering to explain that he could roll his own shoulders without her help as her lips pressed against his. Before he could remark on that her lips were pressing against his skin, hot and tantalizing. The tension he was holding in him had trouble remaining. He definitely knew there was a reason that he didn't want her to be doing this - why they shouldn't be doing this but at the moment he had lost it again.

Placing his hands on her hips, one hand snaked under the undone shirt, pressing flat against her back, thumb brushing the skin softly.

"Tyurma," his voice was low, a groan cutting off the warning that he was supposed to be giving her. "I told you-"

She moved on to his neck, and suddenly he was spinning them against, back to where they had started, her against the wall and he against her.

Taking her chin in his, he pulled him off her skin rather roughly forcing her to look up at his eyes, as he gazed back, "Drunk on me huh? Is that what they're calling it these days?"

She smirked against his skin, continuing her trail even as she shivered under his touch and tried to move closer. It took a moment to realize that they were actually spinning, and the world wasn't just spinning off its axis. Back arching off the wall, forcing her body into his, she whined as he tugged her chin away, looking up at him with wide brown eyes.

"Yep." She answered with a gasp, eyes sparkling mischieviously - with just the shining look of something else - and a smirk stealing over her lips even as the bottom one got caught between her teeth. "Latest drug on the market, Feliks Chmerkovskiy. Pretty exclusive, doubt you could afford it. Luckily I'm rich." She quipped, fingers stealing across his chest, ducking underneath the fabric of his shirt. Splaying her fingers, attempting to touch every inch of skin she could reach, she tugged him forward by the belt loops, tilting her head back in an attempt to catch his lips again.

Deepening the kiss instantly, she took her time exploring his mouth, focusing on the way he tasted and the little flicks of her tongue against his. One arm snaked its way around his neck, pulling him closer as her legs wound around his waist. Moving her hips against his, she made a low sound in the back of her throat, leaning further into him as she deepened the kiss further.

Feliks moved his hands from the small of her back to the the front. One hand trailing around the delectable curves of her body while the other slide up her spine, pressing against each bump. He let her control the kiss for moments, at most. Willing to submit before so long before he was kissing back, he quickened the pace, adding his on urgency to the action.

Only when his head began to spin, feel light headed did he pull back, spending his time trailing his mouth along her skin instead. Tracing the path he had only moments before, he went down her neck, lingering before his hand pushed the very sleeve he had ordered her to put back on down and travelled down the new skin.

"Selling me on the Black market are you?"

It was almost a sigh, the sound that came with his mouth on her skin once more. It was heavenly - her body melted against him as if she had spontaneously turned into a Karma-shaped mound of chocolate pudding - no other sensation could compare. Her hold on him tightened slightly as her head tilted back to give him more access, his name slipping through her lips on a moan.

"You're crazy," she breathed, shivering against him. "Selling? No way." Slowly, her fingers started to slip downward, on their way south. "I want you all to myself." She swallowed, fingers hooking into his waistband as she tugged him impossibly closer. Somehow, almost accidentally, the button on his jeans popped open.

Biting her lower lip, she pressed against him, hands tugging off his shirt so she could taste his skin. Her lips travelled lower, and lower, slipping out of his hold so she could taste every bit of skin she could. Her pace was slow, reverent of every inch of him, tongue swirling.

"All mine." She mumbled against his skin.

His lips continued their path, following the new skin with mindless eagerness right up until the moment her movement pulled the skin away from him. His mew of protest died however as she continued to wander, more than ready to enjoy the pleasure of her instead of pleasure for her for the moment.

He moved to allow the shirt off of his head, snagging the sleeve of her own as she moved down tugging it off before getting distracted by her own movements for the moment. One hand formed into a fist against the wall, as the other gripped onto her shoulder. A strangled groan escaped his lips, as he let her continue her movements, her exploring. After all there was no need to stop her if this was what she wanted to do. The back of his mind was still aware of the argument he had started with but the rest of him was gone for the moment.

Gone and he was fine with it.

Pulling away just before anything interesting could happen, she kissed her way back up his chest, fingers splayed against his skin. A smirk pulled at her lips as she pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck, tongue flicking mischievously.

"Taste good..." She murmured, stealing another kiss from his lips as she found an excuse to hitch her legs up by his waist, skirt brushing against flushed skin as she moved against him. Toes curling, she arched her back into him as one hand ran over the top of his head.

There was a squeal, and something in the general area of Liks's right hand started to make noise. There was only one sound that sounded like that.

Adrian.

Groaning in pure, unadulterated frustration, Karma melted, her world crashing around her. She remembered who she was. What she was. She wasn't allowed to have any fun. She was a mother. And Liks-

"Liks-"

Letting out a soft groan, his hands tightened around her as she moved back up, holding her flush against his bare chest, keeping her in place as his head moved forward, lips trailing back towards her.

Moving against them, he had just re-begun his exploring - he never seemed to tire of this action - when the noises came out of his watch. He froze in what he was doing, staying still as part of his brain thought the if he stayed still long enough, Adrian would settle himself down, but of course the indignant child wouldn't do it.

Sometimes he wondered if the imp knew he was having fun, and was out to ruin it.

Still, Feliks didn't rush the kiss, in fact he may have lingered for a few seconds longer. Adrian would know he was coming - a second or two's difference would hardly make any change.

"Hold that thought Tyurma."

Snagging his shirt on the way by he slipped back into the flat, and back to his room where the small child was still crying. Picking the almost one year old, Feliks bounced him softly, murmuring too him - not a single bit of the anxious emotions he was feeling came into his comfort.

Before too long he had solved the child's problem, kissed his forehead and was sneaking back out in the hall again.

"Does being master Dad make me more or less attractive, Tyurma? Cause I use to always hear how having a baby could help you get ladies - Overrated I thought, but since I have a baby already, thought we might as well test the theory."

He raised an eyebrow, "So hot? Or not?"

"In the case of girls and babies, the baby does all the work." She told him, quite blandly from her place on the floor. Her shirt was back on, albeit unbuttoned and opened, as she stared up at the dim but not dim lights on the ceiling. Curly brown hair spread around her - much like a chocolate halo - she looked both at ease and comfortable where she was, lying on her back in the middle of the hallway. "As females, we can't resist a cute face, and usually the baby distracts us from whatever ugly bastard's carrying it. In this case, the ugly bastard's you, so double awesome on my part, snagging both the cute baby and the not so ugly bastard." Her voice was teasing, easy, even as it turned thoughtful. "Not really ugly at all. I'd bang you, in any case. Even without the baby."

"Oh, and master dad totally gets points with the moms." She observed, almost as an afterthought as she turned her head to look at him. "Sadly, not everyone's a MILF like me... damn youre tall from down here..." she reached up, fingers splayed once more, as if she could summon him to her while the other moved slowly up and down her own stomach, transfixed by how smooth the skin there was.

"Extra points for awesomeness, Liksie." Her eyebrow furrowed, and she couldn't quite keep the look of displeasure off her face. "What do you need help with 'the ladies' for?" Perhaps it was her almost drunken state, but something about her phrasing was almost... suspicious. Not quite accusing, but damned well close. "Were you really that bad with women before?" She snarked dryly, eyes sweeping him quite hungrily. "Didn't take you for that type. Always pegged you as a ladies man."

Snorting and rolling his eyes, Feliks strolled across the hall, leaning against the wall beside her, a slight slouch in his posture as he looked down at her, actively avoiding the moving hand or the soft skin below it.

"Please Tyurma, I could get whoever I wanted," his statement was completely self assured, expression not betraying a single feeling other than the cocky, and confident exterior that he was always putting forward, "Just figured I'd see if it was possible for me to get any hotter. Then there was the possibility that Adrian was dragging me down. Then I suppose he might have had to go." Although his tone was serious anyone that knew him and the child well knew that Feliks couldn't do anything of the kind even if he wanted to, even if he tried. He was far too attached to the boy no matter what negative or positive influences he had on his life.

After all, Adrian was his son. In the end what stronger bond was there then that?

Sliding down the wall, he sat with his back straight against the wall, legs sticking out, and after only a moment's hesitation he dragged her head onto his lap. His fingers ignored the rational thought that managed to linger again, that said that he shouldn't be doing thins, that there were reasons he shouldn't be, and traced the outline of her face instead.

"Hmm, you'd bang me huh? I suppose that should be a win for me, shouldn't it?" Despite his closeness to the wall he rolled his shoulders anyway, pushing himself away from the wall, closer to her for a moment and then flattened against the wall again, "Is that what you're doing out here? Cause I'm bangable? Or was there some other mystery to this little nightly escapade of ours?"

Feliks had a theory or two, but he'd rather hear it from her - whatever coherent explanation she could give him anyway.

"Please, Adrian couldn't pull you down if he was made of lead." Closing her eyes, she relaxed, leaning into his touch with a soft sound of contentment. Shifting slightly, she reached the hand not occupied with her stomach to his face, tracing her fingers up his jawline. The contrast between the roughness brought by his stubble and the smoothness of her own skin transfixed her.

Turning her head suddenly, she caught one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking on it slowly before opening her eyes to give him an innocent smile. "A 'win' hmm?" Her gaze followed her own fingers, and she tilted her head slightly before her position was changed with vampire speed. Facing him on his lap, holding onto the hand he'd used to stroke her face, she leaned forward, brushing her lips against his jaw.

"Your stubble makes my lips tingle when I kiss here." She informed him, unable to resist pressing a kiss to his jaw again as she said it. "Feels different from..." holding his palm against her stomach, she shifted her hips closer, enjoying the brief friction it brought her.

"You rolled your shoulders again." She observed, fingers trailing from his neck down over his shoulder as she said it, touch barely there and caressing. "Did I say something that made you uncomfortable?"

She had leaned down and placed an open mouthed kiss to the bare skin of that shoulder when his question registered in her mind. Still, she let her lips linger, brush against his skin as she spoke. "Can't go in there. I'm not letting a vampire in my house so soon after feeding so much." She shifted her weight against him, nuzzling her nose into the crook of his neck. "My motherly instincts are gone. Regular ones though..." she pulled back from his skin to meet his eyes, unconsciously bringing them nose to nose as she did so, her gaze sparkling with both mischief and- "are in perfect working order."

He leaned into her touch a faint smirk growing on his face as he listened to her words, "Is that a compliment Tyurma? Are you trying to say that there is no way that I can be pulled down?"

He let out a distracted murmur as she took his finger, not able to process a response before she was on his lap and distracting him all over again. Taking in a deep breath, steadying himself, he wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer and tighter against him - enjoying the added movement all the more - well he leaned into her caresses.

"Hmm? Who said it had to be about you, Tyurma?" A smirk danced about his face as he allowed his hand to slip under the shirt, gently rubbing he smooth skin of her back.

He titled his head slightly brining his lips to hers, touching but not moving - not actually kissing, "So let's test those instincts of yours then."

Scoffing, Karma shook her head, rubbing her nose against his as she did so. "No, you idjit, I was complementing our son." She stuck out her tongue at him, wrinkling her nose slightly as she did so. "Cute enough to make even you acceptable." the girl teased lightly.

Biting her lip softly, she ran both hands down his chest, fingers massaging lightly as she leaned forward to press a kiss to his shoulder. "Well if someone else is affecting you like this," her fingers tightened suddenly, and a smirk found its way across her lips, "perhaps I should...?" She shifted backward slightly, pulling enough away that they were an arm's length apart, though she didn't break his hold.

"How do you suggest we do that, hmm?" She breathed, lips brushing his with each word.

"You need to watch what you're saying Tyurma; you're starting to contradict yourself," his tone was almost sing-song in his teasing, though there was a husky base undertone to it.

Reaching out as she moved away, he used his hands to grab the edge of the open shirt, running his fingers along the edge for a moment before balling it up slowly in his palms. He just kept a lazy grin on his face as she spoke, tugging lightly but firmly on the ends of the shirt. It wasn't enough to force her back to him if she did not want to, but it was enough to be very obvious about what he desired.

"Well," Feliks drawled slowly, not moving from where he was, "If I do this," he pushed against her lips, moving slowly, deepening the kiss every few seconds before he finally pulled back again, "You would...?"

"Am not." She murmured, tapping the soft underside of his chin with her fingers. "I'm contradicting you."

Leaning slightly away from his tug, gaze sweeping him before getting caught on his lips. "Hmmm...?" Inching forward on her knees, she took his chin between her fingers, tilting his head back gently as she rose to her knees, nose beside his as she continued to gaze at his lips. "Wipe that grin off your face, Mr." She breathed, leaning forward to brush her lips against his. "Or I'll be forced to do it for you."

Melting against his kiss, she returned it with ferver, giving a soft sound of protest as he pulled away, slowly blinking her eyes open at him. A grin stole its way across her lips and she leaned back into him. "Suppose I would..." She pressed a kiss to his lips in retaliation, pressing her hips against his and pulling away after entirely too brief a time. Kissing the corner of his mouth, his bottom lip, the other corner, focusing anywhere that wasn't where he could return it, but almost close enough, almost-

"How was that, hmm?" She breathed, bringing her lips to his but not doing anything else, not moving, not actually kissing.

He hummed, his hands hadn't removed themselves from her shirt, though they continued to brush back, knuckles dusting skin as he moved the material back and away from her skin.

"Hmm," his lazy grin morphed into a smirk, growing slightly, eyes darkening, "Is this better than? Wouldn't want you to have to do anything drastic."

He leaned after her as she moved away, his grip tightening so that she could only move so far away. A smirk stole across his face again, staying in place as he stayed perfectly still, all reaction to her movements completely minimum.

"I suppose it could be considered fairly normal Tyurma," he breathed before turning, moving onto her neck, pressing a trail of slow lingering kisses down the skin, "And if I do this?"

"You never know..." Karma murmured, one finger tracing from his collar bone up his throat, directly over his jugular until it was beneath his chin once more, tilting his head back even further. The motion of licking her lips had her tongue brushing against his lips as well. "You might enjoy drastic."

Her head fell back to allow more access, her lips not able to fully stifle the sounds that came. Her fingers attempted to find purchase on his body somehow, settling on his shoulders as she melted against him. His name was a prayer, a whine suspiciously close to begging, but not quite. "I-" It was impossible to think, with him this close, and their conversation was lost to her. She shifted her hips closer, the movement slow and drawn out as she attempted to bring herself back to the present. Their conver- another kiss - Their conver- another kiss-

"I-" The word was a sigh, deteriorating into nothing. As much as she enjoyed bantering with Feliks, it wasn't exactly the most distracting thing in the world.

Especially when his mouth was-

She gave a soft groan, and shifted her hips again. "Liksie..."

He smirked as he continued going, enjoying getting a reaction. Feliks was a man of many things, though he presented himself as quite simple. Still when it came right down to it, he was human just like anyone else. And there will always be something fundamentally human about doing things just for a reaction.

And completely enjoying when you get one.

After all, who doesn't enjoy getting what they wanted -- when what they wanted turns out to be exactly as they expected it.

Feliks continued what he was doing, kissing, sucking, licking and not putting all that much focus of which of the three he was doing. Truth be told his teeth could have brushed skin by accident and he didn't notice at all. He was just doing whatever came to him, and enjoying doing it.

"Yes Tyurma?"

There was the rumbling of his voice, something, then her name, but what it was... She didn't know. Swallowing another moan, she moved her hips against his again, hold on his shoulders tightening as Feliks veiled her entire world. Besides, who needed the world when she had her Liksie?

So enraptured was she that when she felt the familiar gum pain that signalled her fangs, she only tilted her head back farther, as if the access she'd already granted wasn't enough. As it was, she didn't react to the new additions to her mouth until his teeth brushed her skin, and the slow lengthening of said fangs finished with a painful jolt. She gave a sound, a groan that was more like a whimper, and was suddenly aware of the two sharp additions to her mouth.

Karma was suddenly not there, not against him any longer, not being touched by anything but the wall across from him. Her hand had clapped over her mouth sometime in her vampire speed, and the ball she had half curled into as to not be fully facing him was almost instantaneous as well. Looking at him out of the corner of a dilated eye, it was near impossible to disguise the rampant yearning that was scolding her for the disance between them. It was only after realizing what her appearance must be - avampire who had just become insatibly hungry, though not for blood, was a vision that scared many people, and Karma wasn't sure she would be able to handle that sort of reaction from someone she- from Feliks.

As it was, no matter how much she hated the idea, it was probably much safer for them both if they stayed exactly where they were.

It was with great disgruntled disappointment that Feliks found himself suddenly alone on one side of the hall, with her across from him on the other side. He frowned for a moment, looking up at the girl in a way that stated he was trying to figure out what had happened.

"Tyurma," Feliks lulled his head to the side, looking at the girl almost boredly as she cowered away from him. "What do you think your doing over there?"

Letting out a suffering sigh, he pushed himself back up and walked over to where she had moved, his expression daring her to move away from him. "If this is over the teeth thing, I kind of know they're there. Do I need to remind you of the time you bled out in my bathroom?" He himself wasn't prone to forgetting about her stumbling into his flat shot, but maybe she lived the sort of life that made those things forgettable. Who was he to judge?

"Just leave the biting to me rather than you, and I think we'll manage," he ran a finger lightly along her arm, his tone going from tiredly bored, to husky and suggestive. "Got it?"

Her eyes tracked him warily, his words washing over her with an increasing amount of- something else. It felt sort of like pleasure, the emotion that swirled inside her, eventually making its way to her stomach and mixing with the yearning that had already been there. The emotions didn't make sense, but sense was a thing that had left their relationship, and her thoughts of it especially. Instead of thinking about it, she did what she usually wouldn't let herself.

Karma acted on them.

Shivering under his touch, she offered a shy smile that morphed into a smirk as she reached up for him, bringing her lips to his. "You know how bad I am at saying no to temptation."

~time jump that is less impressive than JJeh's would have been~

Exhaustion had nothing on the sated, happy feeling Karma could feel all the way to her fingers and toes. Her fingers traced lazily over whatever skin she could reach, idly wondering if there was anywhere she hadn't touched yet. His weight on top of her kept the slight chill of the rest of the room at bay, and though sense told her that they should probably go to bed now, she was half sure she'd decided sense was overrated a while ago.

Besides, she didn't want to move.

Shifting slightly to make herself more comfortable, she grinned, opening her eyes to look up at him. The humming in the air - was that from her or him? She couldn't tell - was relaxing, as was his presence. Opening her mouth to say something, but instead she gave a content sigh and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"And to think we could have done this earlier, if you weren't so stubborn."