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An afternoon nap was all it was.
For Celeste, at least that was pretty much all it was, a moment to rest with her darling.
Though for you, it was the moment you chose to be clingy.
Both of you had distinct schedules, she was most active in the evening while you were most active in the morning, leaving the afternoon a moment for you both.
Resting your head on her lap while she pets your head was one of the best things you could imagine doing with her right now, though you knew she had to leave soon.
“Darling, I have to get ready.”
“five more minutes.”
“You said that ten minutes ago…” she chuckled.
When she was around you, her accent was barely noticeable, though it was more of a habit for her to use it, she did manage to get rid of it when you both were alone, but you loved her with and without it.
“But I don’t want you to leave,” you whined.
“I know, but you know tonight I can’t miss this session, since it is a competition.”
“Why do you need to attend it, everyone already knows you’re the best gambler.” You said mumbling in her thighs.
“Darling, you flatter me, but I need to go, I made a promise to the Casino owner's, he told me if I won, I would be able to gamble to my heart's content with his guaranteed protection since I do get him quite the profit.
“True… but you’re so comfy.”
She knew there was no way to convince you to move, some days it seemed you were clingier than others and there was only one way to get you to move: food.
“Darling, I promise you, if you let me get ready, we’ll eat wherever you want tomorrow.”
“You say that, but you're so bossy you’ll make me choose something else.”
The way she looked at you irritated, though she found it a little funny. She hated when you told her she was bossy…. Despite her being exactly that...
“Well, I’ll let you choose for real this time.”
“You're sure, I need something to ensure you will respect this promise.”
“Well, if I don’t… I’ll take a couple of days off just so you can cuddle me.”
“That makes me want you to break your promise… fine I guess you can get up…”
She smiled in victory, but you didn’t budge an inch, “Y/N, Dear?”
“I never said when.”
To that she giggled and started tickling you, finally managing to get you off her, but not without kissing your forehead, leaving a red lipstick stain.