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“Just one hand Buggy?” You pout, gripping said hand like it would up and leave if you loosened your grip for even a second.
Your lover rolls his eyes groggily, not having left the bed yet, but knowing well enough to put some distance between your bodies as he tries to leave for the day.
“That’s enough to please you if I’m remembering the other night correctly.” he retorts, voice dragged down to a soft growly hum that makes you feel all the more clingy.
You huff at his innuendo and scoot closer to him, cupping his cheek in your grasp and running your thumb over his stubble. “Today is different, I want allll of you sweetness! Can’t sleep without ya!”
Buggy smirks,”Beg for me a little more?”
“Please baby?” You say, wasting no time before giving into the clown’s request. “I’ll miss you so much in this big bed alone!”
To emphasize your point, you roll onto your back and spread an arm out rubbing yourself against the soft blue sheets as if making a snow angel. Buggy smiles at your antics and presses a kiss to your intertwined hands, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The glow of the moon struggles to find you in his darkened room, but you’re certain it’s still well into night time out there.
While you're distracted with wiggling and trying to calculate the hour of day, Buggy pulls himself from the bed and makes it two steps away before you’re pulling at him.
“Pretty please! Think of all the amazing dreams you’ll have when you come back to bed!” You insist, popping his other hand off of his body. Turning back with an amused expression, Buggy shuffles out of his pajama shirt with what he’s got while replying.
“Think of all the flashy dreams you will have when you go back to bed.” He suggests with a yawn, getting his shirt off.
“It won’t be the same if you’re not starring in them, my love!”
“Whats this? You can’t conjure up the image of me without havin’ me present? Am I so fleeting from your mind?” Buggy tosses an arm across his forehead, throwing his head back as if his fainting couch isn’t in his office. Though, the dark wood floor would certainly be more uncomfortable to dramatically fall into. Not to mention the cacophony of noise that would result in all the treasures and piles of miscellaneous gold, gems, pearls, and the like that spill from every surface if he was to fall to the floor and disrupt them.
“That’s not what I’m trying to say!” You huff, reaching out for him. At his he peeks an eye out from under his arm and sends over a hopping leg, still dressed in his red shorts. It climbs into bed with you and entangles itself with your own.
“Not enough!” You protest, watching as the jester sits at his vanity, pouting when you notice that he stole a hand back from you to touch up his makeup, and light a few candles.
“Hey I need that too! And your torso and your head and-”
“I think we’ve been spoilin’ them too much.” Buggy murmurs loudly to his reflection, sending you a teasing glance and a wink in the mirror.
“Asshole,” You grumble, sinking into the sheets as he continues to get ready.
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You wake with a start as you feel Buggy’s leg try to slither out from under you.
“Hey, watch it! You almost woke them.” He says, scolding the limb as it successfully leaps into his pants.
“Just where do you think you’re going?”
The Captain looks from you to his leg and back again. “Look what ya did!”
“Give it back Buggy.” You whine, ignoring his conversation with his rouge limbs. Even going so far as to bat your lashes at him while also trailing your gaze up from his brown shoes to the waterfall of sea blue tassels coming from his hat.
“Aw don’t do that to me honey,” He huffs, turning his head away from your gaze. His makeup is the same as usual, but without your kola grip on him, Buggy was able to add extra glitter that catches the fleeting light in a way that makes you all the more insistent on having him close.
“Please my handsome clown, I wanna feel you against me.”
“Ah-” He puts his hands up as if trying to make an invisible wall to hide from your pleas.
“I’ll play with your hair.”
“Ah-” He pushes himself against the closed door like it’s the only thing holding him up against the power of your words.
“And you can rest your head on my chest.”
“Ah!” He pulls apart at the seams, but doesn’t move an inch towards you, body parts hovering in the air.
“I just want to spend the morning with the one I love, is that a crime?”
At that he crumbles to the floor with a groan.
“And if it is?” He asks, detached head still facing the wall away from you, his eyes screwed shut to avoid being pulled in by the sight of you under the covers.
“Since when are you against things that are illegal?” You scoff, raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe I’ve turned into a new leaf!”
“That’s not how the saying goes.”
“I’m making my own ones!” In a moment of risk, he opens his eyes and you pull the blanket back, reminding him that you had stolen one of his shirts to sleep in last night. The sight strikes another howl of false pain from him. He sends a hand to fumble with the door knob, while the other covers his eyes again.
“Now, darling, I’m sure Mohji is waiting for-”
“What’s this!” You cry, joining him in the dramatics, “You’re leaving me for the lion tamer?”
“Don’t Be Ridiculous!" He screeches, pulling himself back together at the accusation.
“You’re right, Mohji can't possibly handle you alone, the uni-cyclist is probably waiting for you as well,” Wiping imaginary tears you spare your lover a glance and hold in a smirk at his mortified expression. “At least carry me to the cuck chair-”
“ENOUGH!” He cackles stomping over to you. Between giggles you pretend to cry over the scandal and he shakes his head at you wrapping the blankets around your frame.
“If I let you nap on the fainting couch will you drop this?” He asks, when you both catch your breath from the laughter that had overtaken you.
“Fainting couch, a hand, and your entire bottom half.”
“Will you behave?”
“Only time will tell.”
“.... Deal.”