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Isma awoke to her and Ogrim huddled close in his bed, limbs tangled, breathing soft.
She smiled at the beetle and planted a small kiss on his forehead. He shifted a little, likely waking from his slumber as well.
Isma figured there'd be a long day of training and drilling ahead for her and Ogrim, so she moved to untangle her limbs from Ogrim and push herself out of bed—only for him to wrap his large claws around her again and pull her closer.
Isma let out a small huff, "Ogrim, you and I both need to get up now," she said with mock irritation.
"Hrrrmm…" Ogrim mumbled, "But it's comfortable like this…"
"Sure it is, but you know how Dryya gets when we're late to practice."
"Who cares what Dryya thinks," Ogrim said, nuzzling his fluffy face against Isma's cheek.
"You do," Isma said, which got a small chuckle out of Ogrim.
"Can't we just stay like this for five more minutes?"
"I fear five minutes will turn to five hours if we're not careful."
"I can be careful," Ogrim yawned, "I promise I won't fall asleep again."
Isma considered her options. On one hand, she wasn't particularly keen on being scolded by Dryya when they eventually got up, but on the other hand, a few more minutes with Ogrim sounded wonderful.
She soon made up her mind, and snuggled back up against Ogrim, winding her vines around his body and settling one hand on top of his head between his horns. Ogrim began purring softly as Isma scratched his chin with her other hand.
For a fleeting moment Isma worried she might actually fall asleep herself, but those worries faded to the back of her mind as she got more used to the comfortable position she was in with her lover.
So what if Dryya was mad they were skipping training to be all mushy and cuddly? Isma would've given anything to have this moment last forever.
