( she feels it when the mattress dips as emmrich gets up, letting out a sleepy, discontent sound before rolling over, occupying the warm spot in bed he just vacated. emmrich is always up early, or parisa is always sleeping in — whatever the case, he's reliably up first most mornings, and parisa is reliably grouchy about missing her more and more frequent bed warmer, laying face down on his side of the bed. still mostly asleep, she huffs several grumpy breaths, listening to the sounds of emmrich tending himself in the morning, a pattern she's long since memorized. the bathroom door opening, closing, and opening a bit later with the fresh scent of his aftershave filling up the bedroom. immediately, parisa wants to bite his jaw, and run her thighs against the freshly smooth skin. it's better than an alarm clock.
still mostly flopped on her stomach, she peers through a space in her hair to watch him, deliciously fussing around, shuffling in his little slippers, bedecked in his handsome robe, facial hair groomed with product. a smile turns up the corner of her mouth, the corner of it just visible above her elbow. enough of that. resigning herself (now, much more happily) to being awake, parisa tosses her hair over her shoulder and lets out a sleepy, kittenish sound as she stretches out, settling into an artfully suggestive position, arm draped over the rise of her hip. the bedding gathers at the dip of her naked waist, equally as purposeful. )
Come back to bed.
( she inquires — or suggests, because begging feels needy. a hand flattens on the bedding in front of her, soothing it out for him. )
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still mostly flopped on her stomach, she peers through a space in her hair to watch him, deliciously fussing around, shuffling in his little slippers, bedecked in his handsome robe, facial hair groomed with product. a smile turns up the corner of her mouth, the corner of it just visible above her elbow. enough of that. resigning herself (now, much more happily) to being awake, parisa tosses her hair over her shoulder and lets out a sleepy, kittenish sound as she stretches out, settling into an artfully suggestive position, arm draped over the rise of her hip. the bedding gathers at the dip of her naked waist, equally as purposeful. )
Come back to bed.
( she inquires — or suggests, because begging feels needy. a hand flattens on the bedding in front of her, soothing it out for him. )
I have a present for you.