[ she's filled her sexy quota for the day, she can be an idiot now. his pants will always be a source of contention, there is no escape..
but they're spooning now, and she's fine with that. he might not be very big, but he makes for a good big spoon anyway, and she presses right back into his arms and the cradle of his body, humming her satisfaction. ]
Thank you.
[ even if it isn't her nameday at all.. but it's the thought that counts. closing her eyes, she weaves her fingers through his, tucking her free arm beneath the pillow, sagging comfortably against the mattress, and his body. ]
You know, you really did not have to go to all this trouble.
[ She settles right against him and it's effortless to do the same in return, to snag the blankets and pull them over them before locking his arm securely around her and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. The sex is nice and all, but he loves this just as much, these tender, soft moments of just existing so close to another person, less two halves than one whole, woven together perfectly, intimately. It's a privilege he could never name, and even now it makes him giddy, his toes curling as his knees buck up to the back of her own. ]
I know. [ He chuckles. ] But I wanted to.
[ Because really, it was no trouble at all. Well, okay — maybe hiding in the cake was, and being punched for it, but he brought that upon himself. ]
I just wish I hadn't been so late. Maybe if someone hadn't been so stingy about tellin' me when their birthday was...
[ have you ever considered being a professional cuddler, prompto.. he could make real money on this tbh!! the promptopus is skilled in its work. alisaie is already feeling sleepy.. ]
Yes, well..
[ she starts, SASSILY, gently elbowing him in the belly with no real force, just enough to make her point. ]
You know I don't like that sort of attention very much.
[ Considering they're making money right now by cuddling, he kind of already is a professional cuddler...though the embrace is working on him, too. His breathing begins to slow as his eyes flutter shut, his lips curving into a smile against the back of her neck. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know...that's why I didn't throw you a party.
[ It could have been much, much worse, and she knows it! ]
[ that... okay yeah, fair point. they're both professional cuddlers. and also prostitutes, with only one customer. ]
Ah. Well, thank you, for that.
[ she would have been touched by his hard work and thoughtfulness, but she also probably would not have enjoyed it very much.. alisaie is not a party girl. but she is a cuddle girl, hehe, and his arms feel nice and warm, her eyelids feel heavy as lead.. ]
Hmm...not a bad idea. We can make our rezzies for right here.
[ As in, literally, he won't even protest if they eat in the bed and fill it up with crumbs. Though he might wash her sheets while she's at work tomorrow. They'll probably need it after tonight anyway, wink wonk.
For now, though, nothing sounds better than drifting off right with her in his arms like this, and sleeping the afternoon away. A birthday celebration fit for Alisaie indeed. ]
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but they're spooning now, and she's fine with that. he might not be very big, but he makes for a good big spoon anyway, and she presses right back into his arms and the cradle of his body, humming her satisfaction. ]
Thank you.
[ even if it isn't her nameday at all.. but it's the thought that counts. closing her eyes, she weaves her fingers through his, tucking her free arm beneath the pillow, sagging comfortably against the mattress, and his body. ]
You know, you really did not have to go to all this trouble.
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I know. [ He chuckles. ] But I wanted to.
[ Because really, it was no trouble at all. Well, okay — maybe hiding in the cake was, and being punched for it, but he brought that upon himself. ]
I just wish I hadn't been so late. Maybe if someone hadn't been so stingy about tellin' me when their birthday was...
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Yes, well..
[ she starts, SASSILY, gently elbowing him in the belly with no real force, just enough to make her point. ]
You know I don't like that sort of attention very much.
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Yeah, yeah, I know...that's why I didn't throw you a party.
[ It could have been much, much worse, and she knows it! ]
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Ah. Well, thank you, for that.
[ she would have been touched by his hard work and thoughtfulness, but she also probably would not have enjoyed it very much.. alisaie is not a party girl. but she is a cuddle girl, hehe, and his arms feel nice and warm, her eyelids feel heavy as lead.. ]
.. mayhaps we can order in.
[ let the food come to them.. after a nice nap. ]
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[ As in, literally, he won't even protest if they eat in the bed and fill it up with crumbs. Though he might wash her sheets while she's at work tomorrow. They'll probably need it after tonight anyway, wink wonk.
For now, though, nothing sounds better than drifting off right with her in his arms like this, and sleeping the afternoon away. A birthday celebration fit for Alisaie indeed. ]
Love you...
[ He murmurs, before at last he drifts off. ]