#bunkbed lovers

He only got a few moments longer to stare as the stretching turns into a brief hopping back and forth—which caused even more shadows to rise and fall across his face—before she happened to turn around. All at once, her gaze snapped to his. She crouched, shuffling closer to the bed and peered down at his eyes. Not-that-quietly-at-all, she whispered: "Hey, you moved. Are you awake?"

A chuckle couldn't help but rumble through his chest. He mumbled into the pillow. "If I said no, would you believe me?"

A devilish smile sprung across her lips and the creases beneath her eyes danced in tune. Her shoulders rolled back and forth as she readied, body going taut and tensing with a built-up energy, like the potential of a spring running down her spine and through her heels. For a moment, all he could see was the form of a cougar reading a strike. And with that potential, and a mischievous "No!" as his only warning, all at once it was turned into pure force; a force that came crashing down, all at once, onto Zuke's chest and stomach. He groaned loudly as she splayed out flat atop him, giggling gleefully as she soaked up all his pain and agony. She took her sweet time adjusting limbs and torso into the perfect positions to bring him misery.

A smile of his own joined hers, amusement creeping in between the layers of his tongue despite the misfortune. He couldn't be the slightest bit mad. How could he? "What the hell, man?"

And she knew that to be true. She positioned her arms to raise up her head, looking down at him; gilded silk tickled his skin. The only thing she could offer in return was a sly little: "Oops?"

She's not even sorry.

"That's all you have to say, oops?" He inquired. That arm went searching again, except this time not for the warmth of another. This time his fingers found hold in the loose fabric of a pillowcase and he took it whole—"Oops this."—striking down his wrath upon thee in one fell swoop of magenta covers and memory foam. His target squealed loudly, flailing pathetically in some attempt to take back the pillow and fight for her honor.

She failed. Valiantly, though, yet fail she did. Zuke managed to get in another three hits while May could hardly even touch the thing back.

Squeals fell way to giggles. She rose up, pushing herself off his chest while waving away any further attacks, proclaiming just as loud: "I surrender! I surrender!"

"No more trying to crush me?" He stopped.

Her head lulled, looking all about the room in long, slow arcs. Finally her attention returns, pout fresh on her lips. "Not on purpose."

He hummed. Then, finding this satisfactory, tentatively set the pillow back down. "Good enough."

With this rocky treaty in hand, May took it upon herself to readjusted, shifting about and making a good show of (carefully) not to crushing the other any further as she transitioned to a straddle. Her hands travelled, sliding just under the edge of the covers and under his shirt, then up the sides of his body, sending dull jolts of pure fire trickling along the surface of his skin. It trailed, and trailed, up and up until it finally stopped as she leaned forward over him on her palms. "You know," she drawled, "that wasn't fair. You have the other pillow. I couldn't even defend myself."

"There's literally another one right here, May." A hand patted at a second purple pillow that was beneath the first.

"Shhhhhh," a finger rose and gently rested upon his lips. He took the opportunity, leaving small kisses at its tip. "That's not the point. I was so helpless."

"You literally have me pinned."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the finger traced his mouth awkwardly. He sputtered. "The point is I think I deserve some retribution."

He raised a brow. Suddenly he is entirely enraptured, not even minding the finger that has now moved to trace circles on his cheek. "Oh? How would I pay my dues?"

She leans in closer, laying her stomach back upon his so that their bodies are together and moving her hand out of the way. Her face hovered tantalizingly close. Almost teasing breath tickled the bridge of his nose. "Well I dunno. Maybe… something like this?" The words became lost in the hazy glow of movement, of touch, of beautiful warmth blossoming at the place where they met. Hands glossed over bodies and hips and bone and skin and in this one moment it hardly mattered where one of them started and the other ended. Light peppered touches traced cheeks and cheekbones and bridges of noses and eyebrows and—Zuke's eye, apparently, which he mumbled and turned his head away from yet could not escape. Finally, after what could have been forever, May sat back up.

That look on her face. The sparkles swirling in her eyes. It sent that warm-tingly feeling right down to the pit of his core. "Was that good enough?"

"No, I don't think so." Quickly, she bobbed to steal away one last taste of his lips. "Now it is."

A chuckle rumbled through him again. Easily, he moved his hips, slowly bringing a quite surprised May up and hands guiding her body to plop beside him on the bed. There was a bit of a war of attrition, then—the covers were pulled up and rustled around so that she could return beneath them, but doing this stole all of them from him in the process. May found this a necessary sacrifice as she swaddled herself up. It took the steep price of a few more gentle kisses to earn them back so they could tangle their limbs together, comfortably. Little more words were exchanged, then: "Why are you even up?" was answered with "Honestly I woke up earlier than expected and got bored, but now I'm content."