Scarlett Arbuckle
Fin?
Callum's ascension was slightly more dignified. He used his lover's help to stand, though shuffling to the bed was a little harder since moving in a straight line was still a challenge. There was a moment when he shucked off the clothing that stuck to his skin. Callum took care removing the earrings from his ears, and in that time Nimueh had taken control over the bed. With an unceremonious flick of his wrist Callum let the jewelry fall onto his abandoned pants, and stood with one hand on his hip, lip quirked while looking at his lover.
The shifter lifted the edge of the blank and half crawled, half bounced his way onto a free patch of the bed. He wormed his way under the blanket, wriggling until his body was pinned beneath Nimueh's. When his head popped out underneath the blanket, his curls were framed by the pillows that Nim so easily claimed. He leaned up to n** his lover's chin before disappearing back down underneath the pillows, content to play along with him for a bit. True, he was tired, but a little levity would help them both sleep.
That and the playful side of his lover was like a drug to Callum. He couldn't get enough.
