Morning.
>It's late, and Loona is tired.
>You are beyond tired, but Loona doesn't need as much sleep as you.
>That being said, she'll probably be up at 2:00 in the afternoon, tomorrow.
>Something has been bothering her, since you started sleeping together.
>It's been making you crazy, as you can just sense she's a little discontent, sleeping next to someone else. Like she wants to be somewhere else.
>It always starts with the happy look on her face. She wants to sleep next to you, and then you lie down, and she doesn't. The fuck is wrong?
>Loona yawns, stretching her back. The t-shirt she is wearing lifts a little, exposing the fur on her stomach.
>"Quit Looking." she says, a little embarassed.
>"Not my fault I live with such a cutie."
>Her ears fold, and she smiles at you
>You begin to lift up the cover of the bed, to crawl under, when you hear a noise.
>Loona let out a small whine.
>You turn around, and find that she won't meet your gaze
>"What's wrong?"
>"It's just... could you not sleep under the blanket."
>Loona never sleeps under a blanket. They aren't comfortable for her.
>But the agreement has always been you are free to. What changed?
>"Sure, babe. If it means something to you."
>She smiles, and throws herself onto the bed, laughing a little, as she rolls around in an odd fashion. A circular motion
>Certain places of the blankets get roughed up, and certain places get smoothed out. What is she doing.
>"Lay down.... here" she says, pointing at a spot on the blanket, moving it with her nose a little more.
>You oblige, and lie down.
>She tackles you and lays ontop of you, pressing her head into you. She smiles.
>At first you felt a little cold, but bit by bit she warmed you.
>Her tail curled down, and covered your feet, her fur brushed against your skin like a soft blanket.
>"Loona?"
>"Yeah?"
>"Is this what you wanted the whole time?"
>"Yes..."
>"It's comfortable."
>"I know."
>You look up
>"Who's going to turn off the light."
