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Tyler wakes with the sun, unfortunately.
A look at the clock tells her it’s not even eight, but she’s past the point of going back to sleep. She stretches her arms above her head, groaning a little at the pop of her shoulder.
She rolls over in bed, onto her side, and grins at her boyfriend’s sleeping form. He’s got one hand shoved underneath his pillow, under his head, and the other is tucked into his sleep pants. Both of his legs are bent at the knees, but spread apart like a butterfly. He always sleeps so weirdly.
“Jamie,” she whispers, tapping on his nose.
He snores obnoxiously.
Tyler snickers. “Jamie, wake up. I’m hungry.”
Jamie’s eyes flutter open. He takes in Tyler, his surroundings, and then he closes his eyes again. “Fuck off,” he says scathingly, rolling over to face away from Tyler. “It’s not even eight.”
She starts to really giggle, sliding up against his back. Her arm comes up over his waist, fingers spreading wide across his belly. She kisses the back of his neck, and he exhales heavily, settling back down to fall asleep.
Tyler refuses to let that happen.
“Babe,” she whispers, nipping sharply on the side of his neck, another to his earlobe. “I’m hungry.”
She hopes the inflection on the word will inspire him, but all he does is resolutely ignore her. He doesn’t say anything, just shifts around until he’s more or less lying on his stomach. Tyler simply follows him down, draping herself across his back. She tucks her face against his shoulder.
“Why,” he groans despondently. His next words are slurred, “Go make something if you’re hungry.”
Tyler grins, pleased that she’s gotten a reaction finally. Then she frowns.
Okay, time to bring out the big guns.
Tyler moves a little to straddle Jamie’s hips, sitting up fully. Her hair falls around her shoulders in long waves, so she shoves it back. Her hands fall to Jamie’s shoulders. She’s about to drive her point home.
It’s very gratifying to hear Jamie’s choked inhale when Tyler rolls her hips down.
Jamie’s eyes open. “You’re hungry. Like, you’re hungry.”
Tyler doesn’t first-pump in the air, but it’s a very near thing. Instead, she rolls her hips again and sighs. The friction feels so nice. “Yeah, Jamie.”
He swiftly rolls over, pushing Tyler to the side. She goes down giggling, laughing harder when Jamie bullies himself between her legs, grumbling while he does it.
Not much else is said once Jamie drops to his elbows and kisses Tyler hungrily. But that’s fine. Tyler doesn’t need words anyway.