Mmm… warm.
"Let me go… oi!"
Something soft. Something warm.
My hands were squeezing… marshmallows? Big ones.
Soft, fluffy, perfectly palm-sized marshmallows.
Do they even sell ones this big?
"Oi. Perverted bastard."
Smack.
"Ow—"
My eyes snapped open, stabbed by bright light. My skull throbbed. The faint sound of traffic buzzed somewhere behind me.
Right. The drunkenness. The couch. My Chibi.
Ahhh.
"Oops, did I wake up the sleepy perverted princess?"
"Sleepy—perverted—Princess!? What!?"
The warm weight on my chest lifted.
Disappointing.
My head was pounding. My back felt like it had aged fifty years, and I was slowly realizing that I couldn't feel my legs.
"You were squeezing my ass in your sleep, Mr. Perverted Kitten."
"Oh. So that's the…"
…marshmallow from my dreams.
My eyes widened at the memory, and there she was—my sleepy Chibi—with messy morning hair, rumpled clothes, and cheeks pink from either embarrassment or irritation. Definitely because of me.
"Morning, Chibi. Sorry—completely unconscious, I swear. My head is blasting. Do something?"
Ah, my sweet Chibi. She takes care of me and then roasts me without mercy.
A couple of aspirin later, life slowly returned to my body.
"Oww… my ribcage," I groaned, pressing a hand to it.
"Maybe next time we should sleep on the bed. I don't think my ribs are built to be used as a pillow for an entire night. And this couch is trying to murder my spine."
"No shit. And here I thought I was the only one getting the best sleep of my life and the sweetest neck pain ever."
Does this woman breathe sarcasm instead of oxygen?
"How are you so perfectly sarcastic this early in the morning?"
"Same way you complain so early in the morning."
She stood there with her tiny hands planted exactly where mine had been a few minutes ago. Shirt half-tucked into her pants, hair a mess, lips soft and morning-kissed.
I stared without meaning to.
The words just slipped out.
"You look beautiful, Chibi."
Her breath hitched—just slightly.
Enough for my hand to automatically reach out, fingers curling around her waist, drawing her closer.
"Stop… you bastard."
Her voice said stop, but her body didn't move an inch away.
My hand slid to her stomach, warm through the thin fabric. She practically melted onto my lap, and I couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips.
"Kitten got your tongue, Chibi? Huh?"
Her blush deepened beautifully.
I leaned forward and pressed a slow, teasing kiss to her heated cheek.
She froze.
"…stop being so adorable," I murmured against her skin,
"or else I'll eat you for breakfast."