"What."
"Huh?"
"I clearly don't remember going to bed with anyone last night." Moni grumbled to the still half-asleep Luciano next to her, questioning him at the same time. He moaned while rubbing his face. "I came a little late last night." "Oh." Came the answer from Moni after a long second of mental facepalming. Then she rolled over right to sit on him and pinned his wrists down, all that in one sudden move. The intruder Italian just groaned sleepily under her as he looked up. "If I were you, I would start worrying about your well-being if you continue appearing in my house in the middle of the night." Luciano yawned. "You're also putting yourself in danger by shoving your boobs into my face, but nevermind, I'm enjoying it. Just come a little lower."
"Idiot." Monika sighed, and giving up on scolding him, she sprawled out on top of him. Releasing his wrists, she pulled an arm back to her side; Luciano laced his fingers with hers on her other hand, not letting it go after that. They rested like that for a while, before he slowly started stroking her back slowly. Only one thing bothered him, that bra she wore. His fingers constantly lingered around it with a little annoyance. "You feel better naked." He stated, letting his hand rest on Moni's waist. "How do you even know how I feel naked?" She mumbled. "Don't underestimate me." Came the answer along with a victorious grin.
Starting to get irritated, Moni freed herself from his loose hold and lay next to him, turning his back on him. Luciano turned after her, stroking up along her thigh and side slowly before slipping an arm under hers to grope her chest in the end. "Come on, don't sulk." He whispered softly into her ear, while his fingers gently pressed into Moni's soft, warm flesh. And she let him do it. She never resisted once. She would throw bad words at him, and sometimes they wrestled like little kids, and constantly competing constantly was part of their lives. Still, at times like this, she didn't mind him going a "damn horny bastard" on her. She kept quiet.
"You were cold last night." He said, not stopping with the now careful fondling had he started. "It was hard to pull at least a bit of the blanket from you." "I told you not to get into my house at night." "Be glad I came to warm you." He suddenly squeezed a little rougher to discipline her. "You were curled up and you were hot by the morning. No, wait, you're always hot. You should start stripping." "You should go and die." "Whaaat?" Luciano asked in a strange, higher voice, but threatening tone, and to make it seem even more dangerous, he pressed his crotch against her bottom. "What was that you've just said?" He purred. The way he held her and leaned above her by now made him seem similar to some snake, ready to strangle the prey in his arms.
"I... I said..." She stuttered, or pretended to stutter, while her hand reached behind her, cautiously searching something; she felt his hipbone and slowly slid his hand lower, behind her bottom to...
"What are you doing there?" Luciano whispered, keeping the same fearful tone. Then he got the answer. "N-no... AAAAAAARGHH... WHY DID YOU JUST..." "LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE."