“ if you kiss me, we’re not getting out of bed today… “ [ from winter ]
Lazing around in bed was a delightful change of scenery. All business was taken care of, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to just lay there and do nothing… especially when she could fill her free time with Ayden by her side. Golden eyes study her beloved with unhidden adoration as she snuggles closer to him. It felt nice to have his arms around her, it always felt secure and safe. She looked forward to his visits whenever they were both free.
If she were honest, her lips pressed against his neck was a pure accident. This time, it was. The soft groan coming from the spirit got piqued her interest, but what got her even more intrigued was what he said next. If she kissed him then they wouldn’t be getting out of bed. Oh, he was threatening her with a good time. As always.
Zarina chuckled softly at his words, pushing herself just a bit away from him. Enough to get a good look at his gorgeous and handsome face. Ah, he was so lucky to have this prettiness used against her. Both face and voice, if she were honest. He so easily could have her wrapped around his finger and she wouldn’t mind. If it meant being his and him being hers, she didn’t mind that at all. Not like he took away her freedom, not that she’d allow that to happen. But right now? Zarina could only give him a thoughtful look as if she was balancing out the cons and pros of her next moves.
Though, did he really need to tell her that, or was it just a gentlemanly attempt to remind her that he, too, was just as eager as she always was? It was sweet. It really was sweet of him to tell her that. As if he expected her to step away, as if he expected her to fear those words as if he expected her to not want to be with him the whole day. It didn’t matter how they’d spend it, if she were honest. They could just cuddle, they could make out, they could have sex, or they could just sleep it off. Whatever the mood would be, Ayden’s presence would be her prize and her wish for this day.
“I’ll take my chances,” she chuckles, her voice still laced with that slumber from before. They haven’t spoken much since they’ve been lazing around. Even if they even got up once, washed up from the night before and even got some breakfast before just going back to bed. New sheets, new morning, new week. Well, not that she minded changing those sheets again if it will be needed. “It’s rare I get to have you all to myself during the daylight, Winter,” Sokolova whispers before capturing his lips. His true name slips off her tongue so beautifully, spoken with love and adoration.