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Bill slipped into Ford's body when he felt the scientist fall asleep, taking a moment to orient himself as he opened his eyes (two of them, not his usual one).
A warm embraced enveloped his body, blocks of text on a pair of pages held up in front of him, thin fingers keeping ahold of the bottom of the book.
Bill twisted his head to look up at the body he was laying on top of, Fiddleford’s pale blue eyes glancing over to him before returning their focus to the page.
The demon's mind took a moment to properly kick into gear before he lurched upwards, keeping himself pushed up with his hand braced either side of the human.
Fiddleford's hand went a bit more limp as he looked over to Bill, a somewhat questioning look to his expression.
“Glad you had fun copping a feel, hillbilly, but I have to-”
Fiddleford leant forwards in one swift movement, the fingers of his free hand gently taking ahold of his chin as he placed a gentle kiss to his lips, cutting off the end of Bill's sentence.
The demon couldn't help but stare open-mouthed when the scientist pulled away with a small smirk, properly setting his book down beside them.
What in the damn multiverse was that?!
One hand carded through the hair Bill currently had while the other slipped down his body and under the warm sweater he was wearing.
Bill shuddered as Fiddleford's hand brushed gently over his skin, fight or flight system briefly warring in his mind, before eventually giving into the sensation accompanying the affection gesture.
Oh…
When was the last time I felt like this…?
Bill let out a small hum of satisfaction as he closed his eyes momentarily, relaxing against the body under him.
He tried to read along with Fiddleford when he resumed his book, but he could feel himself growing strangely weary while Ford began to wake up more.
Maybe he'd have to possess Ford more often.