#it will eventually

but it’s a small price to pay, to wake up with your favorite monster. you turn over in bed, coming face to face with him, and watch as he wrinkles his nose a little at the movement. Copia cracks one eye open to look down at you, a low rumble starting up in his chest once he sees that you’re awake too.

“morning,” you tell him. he doesn’t say much but leans down to lave his tongue over your neck, licking at the place where your scent is the strongest. Copia spends a few moments nuzzling you, making sure you’re thoroughly coated in his smell, before he allows you out of his grip.

sitting up in bed, you stretch, popping a few cracks out of your back. Copia mimics your movements and you hear the snapping of his spine as it bends out of alignment. you watch, fascinated, as he twists and bends from side to side before snapping back upright.

“i’m forever amazed at how you do that,” you say and he smiles at you, tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your cheek. you go sputtering backwards, hand coming up to wipe the trail of spit as he laughs quietly at you.

“oh, is that how we’re playing the game this morning?”

grabbing a pillow from the head of your bed, you smack it solidly into his face. La Creatura goes reeling back from the blow, more startled than anything, eyes widening as you come in for another swing.

but he ducks in time to avoid it. Copia slams into your waist, knocking you back onto the mattress with enough force to momentarily drive the air from your lungs. he grins down at you, teeth bared playfully.

“game!”

you try to wiggle out of of his grasp but his hands come down to pin your arms in place, leaving you absolutely no room to move. he ducks his head down to lick at you again— but this time, he’s in your hair, on your face, all over. you laugh as he takes the opportunity to do what you never let him do, covering you in his spit.