Turning her head up so that Maebe could see her, she smiled herself and snuggled just a bit closer, resting her head against a soft white bicep. Almost kittenishly she rubbed her cheek against soft, fragrant skin because why not? Why deny herself? Maebe was not going to complain and fingers were already creeping up the back of Otto's neck to lightly rub his head as if he were a drowsy cat in the afternoon sun. "S'okay Maebe baby, I'm sure you'll find a way for one of us to make it up to you." Her accent was thick with contentment; whether or not she was understood was up for grabs.
It was only when she turned back down into the pillow that she realized that they were laying on her sheets, on top of Otto's bed. Interesting. She would have to ask for that story later. Much...much later.
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