Lucky you, you get to sleep. [She pushes on his chest with her hand, using the leverage to reluctantly get to her feet.] I was interrupted getting ready for work tomorrow.
[She rolls her eyes before leaning over to slap his ass, not enough to hurt, but enough to give him a nice playful sting, before fussing with her clothes so she can sleep too. Only not faking it.]
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[He's still right there, yep. He's not intending to move.]
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[Welcome to her version of sleepy pillow talk.]
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[As he does with everything.]
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I like the way you think. Or don't think, for that matter.
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[He gives a sleepy grin.]
I hope you know I never back down from a challenge.
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[If eyebrows could talk, his would be saying something pretty suggestive right about now.]
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[Or the truth is, it's more than likely to happen if he keeps it up. She's so weak.]
Go to sleep.
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[And with that, he's rolling over, and pretending to be asleep.]
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Asshole.
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