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Though Belladonna wasn't sure of the hour, she at least had the wherewithal to think that it couldn't be a particularly early hour, but not something altogether too late either. But her bed was so comfortable, the most perfect temperature with the quick and sudden realization that this boil that the witch loved was all entwined with her. Perhaps it was the easy way her mind told her she loved him that made Belladonna's eyes flash open, as she realized how her own legs and arms had wrapped around him, how one whole side of her face and neck smarted, how she was sure her hair looked huge and horrible. A small "hhggggnnn" exited Belladonna as she tried to extract herself from Mort's hold, but found she could not.
Damn zombie strength... She couldn't help but think, as she instead took to wiggling. Jackdamn, why did her neck hurt so much? And her ear too? That was so weird and-- "Mort, honey wake up."
Honey? Oh Hecate she was turning into her mother.

But it was no use, she knew that and still she bothered to act surprised when he didn't wake up immediately. Belladonna rolled her eyes for a moment and relaxed, considering just lying there until Mort woke up. Ah, no way! That could take forever! He slept far too long for the active witch, who somehow managed to wiggle around to face him. Perfect!
Strangely active at almost all points in waking, Belladonna leaned forward to press a kiss to the zombie's neck.
"Mooooooort~" She chirped softly, pressing a number of more kisses to the any exposed skin she could find. "Waaake upppp~" Really, she could do this all morning. Belladonna was insatiable in that regard.

"Oh good, you're awa--Oh." Belladonna began once she heard the little noise from Mort, but when she looked up, his eyes were still closed and he was still asleep. For a moment she pouted, wanting to get up and get a move on because they still had to go shopping. But, wait a minute! Momentarily the witch studied his face, that strange tilted smile meant he was having quite the dream. A wicked smile broke out on Belladonna's face as she reapplied herself to kissing his neck, wiggling a bit more so she could move to the underside of his jaw as well as work her way up toward his cheek.
It got rather difficult then as zombie strength was quite strong and she quite small, but the witch managed it somehow.
As she continued up, it became harder not to laugh with the merriment this would surely create, mostly for the witch. It was just that sometimes she had to tease her dearest. Often times he left himself too open a target, even when he didn't mean to and while she did care for him enough that her sleep riddled brain easily said she loved him, Belladonna just couldn't help but take the bait.

Finally she'd wormed her way up to press a kiss on his ear, before she drew in a breath and prepared herself. It would not do to get this wrong, for her voice to crack or laugh or anything. If she was really affecting his dreams like she thought, this had to be perfect.
So, in her breathiest, most ridiculously seductive voice the witch murmured in his ear a very simple "Oh, Mort". Then she waited.

Because she could not really move, the witch couldn't quite do exactly as she wanted, which was a shame because that certainly would have woken up her precious zombie, but just as the witch was about to dissolve into wicked laughter, she heard a noise. A noise that was so beautiful and strange that Belladonna didn't know what to do with herself. It was almost a moan.
Oh. Oh well then.
Immediately the little witchy wheels in Belladonna's brain started moving, racing forward with a million thoughts of how to get him to do that again, only conscious so she could better enjoy it. Because that noise, it was like the most beautiful thing the witch had ever heard and she needed to hear it again and shut up, no she wasn't being overly dramatic about this ok?!
Just as the witch was about to play with him a bit more, he suddenly began to struggle underneath her and not in the cute, this-is-fun way.

Worried about him, the witch shook his shoulder, as well as placed a kiss to his cheek.
"You're dreaming, wake up." She told him in a voice that while not particularly loud, was still a few clicks louder than her seductive voice. Not wanting his dream to turn sour anymore, the witch hastily placed another kiss to his neck, but still kept up her light attempts at shaking him awake. Mostly because she had quite a number of things in which to tell him. Namely that she was going to make him moan again. There was absolutely no way around that. He'd just have to accept it, though it was a cruel fate indeed.

Being thrown off one's boilfriend first thing in the morning was not how Belladonna wanted to start her day. In any possible incarnation, would this ever be a good thing. When Mort started up, Belladonna hastened back, but still not fast enough that she wasn't momentarily flung back onto the bed. Unsure of what else to do, she simply laid there on her back, staring at Mort with a vaguely unemotional face. It wasn't meant to be rude, she simply just wanted to give him enough time to gather together his senses before she started back on that whole moaning mission. Curious about the hand, Belladonna only continued to watch him, waiting until he fell back onto the bed before she bothered to say anything. Which was of course the moment he would turn to look at the witch, who was looking at him quiet curiously.
"Good morning to you too." She mumbled in a vaguely hurt voice, deciding to play it up for a bit of dramatic fun.

After all, he'd been dreaming about something, and Belladonna wanted to know what it had been. Of course, the boil would most likely be too... Whatever it was that kept Mort tight lipped about this sort of thing, so the witch's only course of action was guilt.
Maybe. Of course, she quietly reminded herself that they had recently broken through the 'no really you can trust me' wall, so maybe he'd be honest.
Belladonna wasn't really counting on it though.
She was counting on getting her way, at least, in a number of ways, to be sure.

"Funny dream?" The witch echoed, completely charmed out of being mad by that husky voice. "What kind of funny dream?" The look she was giving him was a bit... Too close to knowing something. But Belladonna was still riddled with a bit of sleep and couldn't be bothered to cover up her expressions. For one of the few times in her waking hours, the witch didn't even pretend to express anything other than exactly what she was feeling. She even was preening just the littlest bit, still lying down, though one hand had fallen up over her head to play with a tendril of red hair.
Batshit my hair looks like a phoenix hatchling nested it, I can feel it.
Whatever, she was trying to be seductive. Because she could totally pull that off first thing in the morning. Absolutely.

"I slept quite well! Though, my neck is kind of sore on this side..." Belladonna finally replied as she turned her head so that her neck was presented to him. It didn't matter one bit that he didn't have his glasses on and probably couldn't see the reason for her light pain. Whatever. This was going to work. Belladonna was absolutely sure of it!
"How about you? You sleep ok?" She asked in a sweet voice, even bothering to bat her eyelashes. Which was silly, because he couldn't see her. But still! He'd put his glasses on in a second and get a nice eyeful of a cute witch. In bed. With tousled hair and...
Mort put you glasses on jackdammit.

An eyebrow was expertly raised at his paltry excuse, but the witch only continued to stare up at him, still idly curling and uncurling that bit of hair around her finger. No Mort darling, Belladonna didn't at all buy your excuse. Not one little bit. And she was going to get it out of you. Along with another moan. Because she could.
"Really? It sounded rather interesting... I would so love to hear about it, maybe make it come true?" Was that laying it on a bit thick? Eh, still too early for Belladonna to care. Maybe later she'd feel a little bashful about that, but for now she'd leave it be.
"No, my neck doesn't hurt from being in the same position... I think someone nibbled on me during the night." That eyebrow was still raised, only this time the witch wiggled it.

Though, at the mention of saying something, Belladonna dropped her stance for the most part. He hadn't said a thing! So why did he seem so nervous about it?
"I didn't hear you say anything, no. Why? Did you say something you didn't want me to hear?" That had come out before the witch could stop herself, and it even sounded a little bitter.
Quick to cover, the witch sprang up and pressed a kiss to him.
"Good morning, by the way." She added, a little softer as she placed a gentle hand on his arm. Maybe being so gung ho about certain things so early in the morning wasn't such a good idea. A sweet wake-up was better in any event. So Belladonna gave him a warm smile and a tiny nudge on the arm.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, he was just looking at it the wrong way) for Mort, Belladonna was almost always two steps away from being capricious at any given moment. And by capricious, she definitely meant being a hormonal teenager.
In any event, the witch couldn't help but smile a little at his strange face, though she did catch the little bit of interest. Now if only she could find a way to expound on that! Make him not nearly so nervous as he always was! HMMMM.
Bah, it was a little to early for this still. Not yet ready to get a start on the day, the witch let herself fall back on her pillows with a tiny sigh.
"I didn't hear anything." Belladonna insisted with a soft shrug as she idly picked at the bottom of her shirt. Now that Mort had so thoroughly chilled her out, the witch was starting to get listless, as well as a little discourage. But she wanted morning cuddles~

"Normally I would say I enjoyed it, but as I was asleep I'm afraid I cannot say as such." Oh. Oh that sounded so hard.
With a finger the witch poked him in the shoulder, gently, to let him know she was playing.
"But now that we're awake, if you'd like to you may feel free to continue."
Slowly, ever so slowly, the witch was fully realizing what exactly she was saying. And she was starting to sound a bit... Desperate. But really, it wasn't her fault! Not really, anyways... Not that was it was really anyone's fault.
"You were actually rather cuddly. It was nice." Belladonna tacked on, softly so that she seemed less harsh, less eager. Even bothering to look at him a little doe eyed, Belladonna decided being cute was better. At least this early in the morning.

It was a little unfair for the zomboil to have had such an interesting dream, have only given the witch the tiniest of glimpses into that dream, and then question her want of something due to the hour. When would he ever learn that very little actually impeded the witch when she wanted something?
As for his question, Belladonna almost replied, but caught the little blush on his cheeks and decided perhaps it would be best to stay quiet. For about two more seconds.
"I do have healing spells..." She sing-songed in the quietest of voices, not really sure whether to go back to flirting full force or leave it be. No interest? Pish, tosh. He was most likely being kind.
Though the bruise of his cheeks and the way he rubbed them made the witch question this, but certainly not enough to do anything with. The boundaries existed, but they had yet to be fully traversed so it wasn't as though she could just wake up and demand things. Honestly, she was being a bit silly!

Still, a hug could not be denied. So the witch sat up properly and folded her arms around Mort happily, content with this innocent gesture. Hugs led to cuddles.
"Mmm, we were supposed to go shopping." Belladonna offered helpfully as she let her cheek fall against his shoulder. How strange that she had spent an entire night in his tight embrace, yet she still craved it terribly upon waking. Just the thought made her heart speed up a little, but she refused to let go now that she was here. He'd got to hold her all night, but the witch had had little to do with her own arms.