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008./ but i'm yours
"You," she tells him, pressed softly against his side, "are a bed–hog."
He scoffs at her, turning over to look at her intently with blue—very blue—eyes. "Am not." He smells—despite the jersey, and the sweaty–hands—very nice; though, she guesses this is because she let him use her shower.
"Are, too." She laughs, running tentative hands up his chest, over his shirt, his collarbone, around his neck. "But, you're my bed–hog," she murmurs, leaning up to press her lips against his, and—
—Well, it's very, very nice. (Warm and soft; lovely, really—it makes her heart thrum in her ears. He makes her heart thrum.)
He pulls away, slightly, face flushed—adorable—and lets out a stuttering laugh, "Maybe—but, I'm still not a bed–hog."
"Are, too," she repeats, smiling.
He pouts.
"Oh," she laughs, quietly, "poor baby." She pecks his lips—just to make him feel better, really—but, she doesn't expect him to duck back down, hands soft and warm on her hips.
His lips are by her ear, and she feels herself flush, hands fidgeting around his nape.
"Maybe," he murmurs, eyes smoldering like blue fire, "but, I'm yours."
a/n: Kit2000 suggested some fluffy romance—so, I give you some fluffy romance! Reviews, please?
