234 Pettiness, more often than not, is the best motivation

"Nat..." I closed my eyes and pressed my lips, but he wasn't stopping. I felt his cold fingers on my jaw and his cold lips all over my face. "Naaat--"

"Just a bit more," he whispered, kissing the corner of my closed eyelid. 

It was a nice surprise at first, waking up to him staring at me, and then being pulled to his lap and receiving a rain of kisses that made me giggle in delight. But after thirty minutes, it felt too much, wasn't it?

"Come on, we need to get ready," I laughed and patted his cheek. "And I'm thirsty,"

That one seemed to work, because he gave me one last kiss on the lips before releasing me. Well, not really, because he carried me and put me down on the armchair below the window, where sunlight poured down and brought a little bit of warmth.