𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤!

" and you say that after I slapped your butt .ᐣ " toothy grin. she's leaning in, a little. " suspiciously sound like you like me, yellow. "

awwwwwww. ( * 🥰 )

" maybe — I mean, I'm an active stroke risk as a whole. " hopped on a table, stretched and yawned.

ㅤ ㅤ pov: your camera roll if you were close with Sloane. ㅤ

" nope — you're just double cheeked up, on a tuesday morning. where are you going with all that ass .ᐣ " she's just messing with him.

" deserved. "

slaps his butt.

looks down on him. pinches his nose.

. . . sits on top of him like a way too large cat.

big yawn... slowly blinks. " ugh. good morning. "

her arms tightens, pulls him even closer with a faint smile to their lips. " we should... we should just skip every morning. " eyes closed, cheek to cheek. six is in heaven.

✉ ————— 𝙑𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝙋𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝙈𝒆𝒍𝒏𝒚𝒌𝒐𝒗 𝑴𝘰𝘫𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝑬𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝑪𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝑵𝘳 𝑺𝘪𝘹

" hell yeah. " six whispers, holding his side from behind. she presses her chin on his shoulder, breathing slowly. " that's so much better. "

" I have an idea. " they go back to the sofa they had been sleeping on, and makes space for him too. " let's just — not get up. "

rubbing one eye, yawning. " I hate mornings... "

“God don’t I know the feelin’,” she takes a drag from her own. Holds it for a little bit, then lets it seep from her teeth. “Always make sure I got a few packs ‘fore I travel tho. So you’ll be in luck if tah find me usually.”

⠀ ❛ 𝓱ow can 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 this 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 exist 𝐢𝐧 𝓼uch a 𝐟*𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 up 𝐖͟𝐎͟𝐑𝐋𝐃 .ᐣ

She ends up holding his chin steady to help light said cigarette. “It’s more like I’m low on matches, sugar,” she grins before letting him go a moment later.