a/n: this was supposed to be part of the last chapter, but I decided to cut it out and make it it's own thing.

"They're so fluffy and warm!" Sora squealed as she jumped on the bed, laying on her back and giggling as she kicked her legs back and forth like a child.

Layla had lent her a pair of pink cotton pants and a soft feeling white T- shirt. She looked good in the clothes, Layla had to admit. But she also had to shake her head at her partner's behaviour... This was Sora though, so she couldn't help but smile.

"you are never getting these back Layla"

Making her way over to the bed, Layla plopped down on top of a still giggling Sora. She intertwined their fingers, giving her and 'I caught you' look. Her head came down for a moment to connect their lips, then left and let those lips linger just above Sora's.

"oh... I'll get them off of you eventually" Layla let her voice come out in a small rumble, trailing a finger down Sora's arm and side.

Sora gulped. She didn't know how to react, but it was embarassing her. Hearing Layla chuckle at her reaction wasn't helping either.

"Sorry..." Layla whispered in her ear "I just like to tease you"

Gently, Layla bit the rim of Sora's ear and watched as the girl turned a brilliant shade of red. Sora whined and turned her head away, succeeding in getting Layla to let go. Although that didn't aide her in getting the blonde to stop with her barrage of kisses.

Sora squirmed underneath her, temperature rising with each time soft lips met silky skin.

"Layla, stop it" Sora whined.

"I don't speak Japanese Sweetheart"

Sora groaned in complaint and tried English.

"I said, stop it"

Layla chuckled and released her, sitting up but remaining in a straddling position on top of her. I this had been further into their relationship she wouldn't have stopped, and probably would have gone a lot further. But since it was still early, she decided to give Sora a little space and time.

"Alright... But you know you liked it" Layla winked down at Sora as the younger woman propped herself on her elbows and stared up at her. And right when Sora had stopped blushing too. A flash of heat and colour painted itself across Sora's face again and the girl flopped back with an exasperated sigh.

Layla wore an expression of adoration as she looked down at Sora. She laid down on top of her and kissed her cheek, whispering "sorry... I love you"

"It's alright... I love you too"

"Japanese, My Love, I don't understand it" Layla informed affectionately.

"well learn" Sora joked but kissed Layla on the forehead "I said that it's okay. And I love you too"

"that's better" Layla relaxed her shoulders and got comfortable, sighing in contentment and not wanting the moment to end.

"Hey Layla?" Sora asked. Layla gave a lazy 'hmmm?' In response.

"We never really made anything official. It's kind of obvious, but I want to make sure. Does this make you my girlfriend?"

"Yes, yes it does" Layla responded quietly, with a sweet smile on her calm face. Her eyes never opened and her breathing was relaxed. She looked so peaceful, and Sora didn't really want to move her.

"Then does this mean I can sleep with you, instead of in the other room?"

Layla nodded "Yes... That room will be for guests... And for when I'm mad at you" she joked.

Sora made a face at her, although her eyes were still closed. And deciding that it was about time for bed anyway, Sora lightly rolled Layla off of her, positioned herself facing the proper way in the bed, pulled Layla up beside her, and tucked them both in.

"then good night" she kissed Layla on the forehead and snuggled down... But wait... Why was Layla smirking?

"who's going to turn off the light Sora?"

Oh... That's why...

Sora could tell it was an indirect order. She couldn't help but scoff at the cocky but joking tone Layla had used. Nonetheless, she got up, walked over to the light switch, stubbed her toe on the way back, and laid down again beside a snickering girlfriend.

"sush and go to sleep" Sora complained, but her tone clearly stated she wasn't angry.

After a few more snickers Layla did just that. Sora, too, fell asleep, grasping Layla's hand in her own.