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"Connie."
"Mmm..."
"Where are they?"
"Mm...?"
"My clothes. Where'd you hide them this time?"
Connie fought her own lips as they formed an involuntary smirk. She could faintly recall hiding her boyfriend's clothes beneath the bathroom sink shortly after he'd fallen asleep the previous night. While she wished she knew why, sleep-deprived Connie wasn't known for making rational decisions—especially regarding Steven's clothes.
"Connie, c'mon..." he pouted. He tried his best to appear serious regardless of the funny circumstances, but his two sets of rosy cheeks ultimately betrayed him. "I just wanted to go get us some coffee," he chuckled, attempting to keep his gaze from lingering upon any one part of his girlfriend's bare form. "I, uhm, can't exactly go out like this, though."
"Good. Stay." Connie lazily kicked her unused blanket into the crevice between her bed and the wall. "Keep me warm..." she yawned, flipping from her side onto her back. She understood Steven's weaknesses better than even he did, and he often considered himself lucky that she used them exclusively to arouse him and occasionally steal his French fries—if not both simultaneously.
"But my coffee..." he murmured. The mere thought of a peppermint latte had been his sole motivator for rolling out of bed minutes earlier.
"Coffee can wait." Connie outstretched her arms and grasped in his general direction. "World's cold. Bed's warm."
Welp, can't argue with that, Steven thought. With a sigh, he tumbled back into bed, where it took his girlfriend all of five seconds to once more entangle their limbs like a pair of wild shrubs. Most couples would've found the position rather uncomfortable, but merging bodies so often had the tendency to make ordinary touch never feel intimate enough.