She smiles, curling her feet under her on the couch. She grabs a fuzzy black blanket to cover her bare legs. She had thrown on his loose t-shirt over her cheeky black panties, trimmed in white lace. She pouts at her coffee cup; it’s almost empty.
As if reading her mind, he walks towards her with the freshly brewed pot in his hands. He smiles at her disheveled curls as he fills her mug, watching her take a deep breathe to soak in the smell of her refill.
“You might have an addiction” he sets the pot on the coffee table and lifts the blanket up from one side to slide in next to her.
“It’s only my second” He gives her a look. “Fine, third but still.” She glares teasingly. “My only real addiction is to your lips” She purrs playfully, moving to give him what was supposed to be a quick kiss. He traps her, darting his tongue over her lips and sliding his free hand into her hair to cradle her head gently.
“Mmmm” she lets out as he releases her just enough to look her in the eyes.