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Late at night, when most are asleep, these two are not.
Soft thudding of a pillow. Kris has just hit Susie over the head with it. “HEY!” Susie grabs her own and hits Kris in the face with it.
Kris pounces on Susie like a playful dog, hitting her side with the pillow a few times. Susie growls, grabbing their waist and flipping them over onto their back, pinning them down with her body weight. Seeing them under her like this makes her heart flutter and her insides feel sorta funny… but she ignores it. She has a pillow fight to win.
She hits Kris in the face with the pillow three times before they start wrestling back, unfortunately, Susie weighs 300 pounds and Kris is pretty much immobile with her on top of them. So they grab the pillow.
“Ah- HEY YOU CAN’T TAKE MY PILLOW!!” Susie shouts, forgetting it’s the middle of the night. “I can do anything… this is street rules, we aren’t in a tournament or something.”
“Well then.” She grabs their pillow. “I GUESS WE JUST SWAPPED PILLOWS!” She swings, and they clash pillows, the puffy fabric making loud whoomfs.
Susie leans back for a big swing, and Kris takes the opportunity in her shift in weight, They push her back and she starts to fall. When she hits the other side of the bed they get a good few whacks at her face.
“Ow! That hurts!” Susie whines, it doesn’t really. Kris crawls up and says “yeah? Want me to kiss it better?” Susie suddenly understands all of Noelle’s swooning over her bullying.
“h-HEY shut up flirting’s cheating!!” Susie yaps back. “Oh and you getting on top of me doesn’t count??” Kris has the most smug smirk on their face. “Yeah well- flirting’s like- words and stuff…!”
“I thought this was street pillow fighting.. no rules..?”
“FUCK YOU I DIDNT AGREE TO THAT” Susie’s already woken up Toriel, who has now donned noise cancelling headphones, courtesy of Sans. (This isn’t the first or last time Susie has come over and yelled at shit’o’clock.)
“Well what are the rules, then?”
This pisses Susie off.
She bares her teeth and pushes Kris back again, towering over them.
“If there are no rules, then I might as well just bite off your face and beat you with the pillows as you bleed out.”
“Hot.” Kris smiles. They’re trying to piss her off now.
“I CANT EVEN INTIMIDATE YOU AARGGH” she rolls over, gripping her face with both hands in frustration. “Hey…” Kris’ face turns genuine, solid.
“What…?” Susie responds. What could it be? Do they feel bad? It’s not like she’s actually upset with them, really.
“You don’t have a pillow.” They smile mischievously, holding up both pillows. “NONONO wait-“ Susie begs in futility before being pelted with pillow strikes.
“I have defeated you.” Kris says, Entirely serious, pretending to sheath their pillow blades. Susie plays dead like a possum. Kris flops on top of her.
“If you’re dead then I guess I’ll just lay here… mm. You’re big n’ warm…” they mumble. They’re already dozing off, also having forgotten how late (or early?) it really is. “Mm.. and you’re small and cold. Like a hypothermic puppy that got like- stuck in the sewer or something…” Susie’s smile grows as she lays there, staring at her love.
Kris’ heart skips a beat when they hear that. “What did you call me?” They look into Susie’s eyes, with the cutest widest eyes ever. “A hypothermic sewer-dweller?” She smirks. She knows that’s not what they meant. “The other thing…”
“Puppy?” She’s actually curious, though.
Kris shivers. “Yeah. I like that. A lot.” Susie chuckles. “Freak.” Kris frowns. “Not like that. I don’t think. I just… Like it, okay?” Susie ruffles their hair. “Alright… puppy.” Kris blushes bright and curls up against her, their head on her chest.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
“Hmph..”
They count her heartbeats, each one beating just for them. They imagine each little bump like a different phrase. ‘I-love. You-lots. You’re-cute. I-love.’ Etc.
It’s the most soothing thing they can imagine, really.
This moment feels so warm, so loving. Susie presses her nose into their hair. She takes a deep inhale, savouring their scent. She wraps her arms around their waist and shuffles up the bed so her head rests at the pillows.
Kris pulls the blanket over the both of them. “grrrrhh… grrrrrrr..” Susie rumbles happily, satisfied with the warmth. Kris thinks this is the cutest thing they’ve ever seen. “Catzilla… purr purr purr…” they tease.
She squeezes them tight, groaning at them. “Shut uuuup.. you just said you liked being called a dog.” Kris nods along with Susie’s statement. “Cos I do. Do you not like ‘catzilla’?” They tease, smirking up at her.
“… ‘prefer susiezilla still.” She has a slight blush, saying that she prefers it is a bit far from the truth, but she still likes it. “Alright, susiezilla.” Kris’ eyes have a deep sparkle to them that Susie had never noticed before, she can almost get lost in them.
“You really are like a puppy…” Susie whispers, making Kris giggle. They crawl up to the side of her neck, nuzzling it gently. Their nose and ears flush a dark pink as they whisper back. “I don’t wanna sleep anymore… do you wanna make out…?”
There’s that dorky, toothy grin. Kris loves getting to see that face on Susie. “I mean, I can’t really say no to that!” Kris’ legs start bouncing, supplement for a wagging tail. Susie’s tail is wagging against the sheets. They kiss her just beneath her ear, trailing down to her collarbone.
Her hands snake beneath their sweater as they do this, and she starts to gently scratch their back. They hum into her neck, lifting their head back up to meet her face.
They push forward and peck at her lips for a moment before they both lean into it, locking lips and gently grasping her cheeks. They feel Susie’s tongue pressing at their teeth, which they gladly let pass.
The sensation of her tongue in Kris’ mouth is a lot for the both of them. For Kris, it tickles and they’re worried about coughing. For Susie it’s the most intense affection she’s ever given and she feels like she’s gonna pass out from the thought.
They’re both blushing a deep shade of pink, curious about the way the other’s mouth tastes and why. Susie pulls away, finding it hard to breathe after so long.
Kris moves back down and starts to nibble and chew at Susie’s neck, the feeling of her softer scales indenting against their teeth feels pretty nice, sensory-wise. Susie growls, frustrated. “when do I get to have a go at your neck…?”
Kris huffs, the air tickling her scales. “When I’m done…” they mumble. Susie’s grip on their waist tightens. “When you’re done??” She bares her teeth like that has any effect.
“What, you gonna fight me over it?” Kris smiles into her skin. They go in to give her a hickey on her shoulder, but she pushes back. “I guess I am.” She smirks.
She flips them over so that they’re beneath her, grabbing their wrists. Kris whines disappointedly, wanting to give her more affection.
They wrap their leg around hers, trying to push her to the side. She flops over and Kris goes in for the attack. They manage to bury their face in her neck and get at it for a quick second before Susie pushes back again. She grabs their waist and throws them off onto the other side of the bed, holding them down with more of her weight this time.
Kris realises she hadn’t been trying earlier, and they find this really cute. “fake ass…” they whisper.
Kris struggles a bit against her, but the weight difference is simply too big. They’d need to get Noelle to help if they wanted to keep wrestling.
Their blush spreads. ‘Wrestling’. The idea is just so intimate to them. Some thoughts grow about what it would be like if they kept going, which might maybe be a bit too much for now, and they turn away.
Susie starts her attack on their neck, kissing them down their jawline with a gentleness akin to a large dog carrying an egg. Her kisses grow deeper as she trails down before she reaches their pulse point and locks her lips onto it.
She sucks the chunk of flesh at their neck into her mouth, her teeth grazing around it.
‘Their skin tastes nice…’ she thinks. She wonders what they do to it to make it taste like that. It’s like a mix of almonds and salty pork. In reality, it’s just that Kris’ skincare has nuts in it and they were a little sweaty.
Kris whines and mumbles into her hair, the sensation is so intense. They had never realised how sensitive their neck really was until now.
When Susie moves on to an evidently more sensitive spot, they make a noise that neither of them have heard them make before. Susie’s eyes go wide for a second before they feel her smirk against their skin.
She starts giving that spot a whole lot of attention. Deep, wet kisses that make Kris squirm. “I didn’t realise you could be this cute…” she murmurs, admiring her butch.
“Shut up… I’ve always been this cute.” They smile, admiring their butch.
“You cool with me biting? I know my teeth are bigger and sharper than human ones..” Susie’s voice is genuine and warm, it’s nice. To be asked what they want and what they prefer… makes a tear prick at their eyelid.
Kris nods enthusiastically, reaching around her back to help brace themself. Their breath shallows and they hiss as Susie starts to sink her teeth into their shoulder. The sensation of human flesh in her mouth is a pretty good stim, apparently. It hits the crevices of her teeth and gums just right and she just wants to keep on biting.
Her teeth indenting into their neck causes a sharp, light pain, and the tickle of her tongue is a nice contrast. She chews deep and slow up and down their neck and shoulder, the feeling on her teeth is so much nicer than chewing gum.
Kris is really enjoying this, squeezing Susie tight. Susie, however, is starting to get sleepy again. It is like 4am. Instead of towering over them, she’s pretty much lying on them.
Her bites turn to kisses and her kisses turn to nuzzles. She’s exhausted.
“I’m getting tired, Apple… it’s almost morning…” she groans, yawning and pulling back from their neck. She admires her handiwork for a moment, the cluster of deep purple splotches and tooth-shaped indents makes her feel a little giddy.
“Go t’sleep then…” Kris’ eyes are drifting shut, too. Susie curls up beside them, pulling them close. “Yeah… good idea. I love you…” She says, mumbling almost incoherently. “I love you too…” They’re both snoring loud by the time the minute passes.