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“Mmm, my arm’s numb,”
Raven felt her comforter shift ever so slightly, the weight on her arms lifting as her bedmate’s blonde hair tickled the underside of her chin. The avian’s wings fluttered as Apple’s arm wrapped around Raven’s waist, her face burrowing in the taller girl’s chest. The brunette stretched her limbs, purring into her lover’s hair, and drew circles on her thigh.
“I thought your arm was numb,” Apple mumbled.
“Hmm? So,” Raven murmured, “I like touching you. Can you blame me?”
Apple chuckled, looking up at the witchling’s captivating eyes, before leaning in and stealing a kiss. Lazily, the former princess turned to the other side of their shared bed. She leaned over to her bedside table and checked her mirrorphone: It was only 2 AM. The blonde got up on her knees and straddled her witch. Raven’s breath hitched, her hands roaming on her wife’s body.
“Nngh, not tonight,” Apple groaned, leisurely resting her head back on Raven’s chest, “Tired,”
The witch giggled, kissing her beloved on the forehead, “In the morning, then?”
“Yeah,”
It wasn’t long until she noticed the petite girl’s breathing slowing down and her heartbeat steadying. Raven let out a content sigh, running her fingers through the golden-haired locks, waiting for sleep to overtake her.