#viix

    It was Sunday. You shouldn’t have had to get up early on your day of rest. The sunlight was just beginning to peek through the blinds in your bedroom. Typically Leo wasn’t a morning person but yesterday he was exhausted and fell asleep early. Now he was up and bothering you.

    “Wake up,” he whispered into your ear.

    Your groaned, not wanting to succumb to his demands. If you could get Leo to stop harassing you, there was a good hour more of sleep to be had. His large hand found your thigh under the covers. You had slept in only an oversized t-shirt of his so he got a good feel of your bare skin. He had been wandering the apartment before getting back into bed, which made his fingers ice cold. Goosebumps erupted wherever he came into contact with you.

    Pouting, you whined and flopped over so your back was to him. Leo was unperturbed and continued to caress up to your hip, lifting your shirt higher so he could rub your side. You ignored him. He just wanted attention. However, he didn’t care that you were giving him the cold shoulder. He knew you were awake and all he had to do was get you up.

    Leo gently pinched your belly fat just to annoy you. You rolled on to your stomach in irritation. That didn’t bother him though. He just moved on to squeezing your butt. You kicked your heel to your bottom. Leo avoided the attack and you ended up hitting yourself. You sighed in exasperation.

    “Stop being such a lazy brat,” he said.

    You wanted to retort but didn’t want to actually start a real fight. Instead you closed your eyes and tried to will yourself back to sleep. It was only a moment before Leo’s hand was back massaging your bum. You made it a point to give no mind to his actions.

    Realizing that you were playing dead, Leo dipped his fingers lower into more dangerous territory. He stroked between your legs lightly. It wasn’t meant to be enjoyable but rather to entice. He was making promises of pleasure if you stopped rolling around in bed.