My ass hurts like motherfucking hell. Groaning sleepily against my pillow, I roll slowly onto my back. It's hot. I throw back the sticky sheets from my body.
"That hurts," Squall grumbles. My eyes flicker to Squall at my side, and after a few sluggish seconds, I realize that I've smacked him in the face. When I make no effort to remove my hand, Squall shoves it off himself. He closes his eyes, but I keep staring.
Sore ass. Squall. Sore ass. Squall.
"You little bitch! You got me drunk again?"
"You're the one who fell for it. Again," he retorts. "…And enjoyed it."
"I'm gonna fucking kill you if I get pregnant," I seethe.
Squall snorts. I move to punch him, but my hand glides gently across his cheek, and I'm cradling his face again, crushing my lips against his. As soon as he gives a response, pressing his body needily against mine, I pull away. "I'm in control here. Got it?"
"…Whatever."