whole lotta trouble in an itty bitty skirt

“You love it!” He laughed, kissing her forehead now.

“Not that much!” She giggled, shaking her head.

Jonah let out a whine. “Now I want chicken nuggets!”

“We can go get some later, I’ll have my DD take us.”

“I’ll keep you warm, then,” Jonah chuckled, planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

“Jonah, that’s so gross!” She laughed, wiping her cheek off. 

“Don’t go overboard,” he chuckled, “Make sure you’re eating and stuff. Don’t need to get black out drunk.”

“I had a ten piece chicken nugget before coming here. I’m solid, babe.” She laughed.

“You said you liked being on top!” He laughed, “This is why I don’t lay on you a lot because I squish you.” He moved, shifting himself and using an arm to support his weight. “Better?”

“Not always! Topping isn’t as warm as being on the bottom.” Mia nodded. “Much better.”

“I got it, don’t worry,” he laughed, shaking his head, “It’s just more proof how drunk you are.”

“I don’t do this often, so I’m drinking as much as possible.”

“I guess we can make up for your needs,” he teased, “No, you’re a lot smaller than me.”

“Uh, yeah, because only your needs are getting met with me topping all the time.” She teased with a small laugh. “Can you give me a little slack, it’s getting hard to breathe. Just rest your weight on my hips, that should be okay.”