Amelia ☾ [L. Ackerman X OC]

Seventy Seven

[WARNING: chapter contains sexual content including: possessiveness, aggressive foreplay (consensual), dominance, mild degrading]

Amelia's eyelids fluttered open, immediately meeting a particularly thick fabric, the white material gently brushed her nose. She inhaled the familiar, consoling aroma, a refreshing lavender entering her nostrils.

She smiled upon immediate realization, cuddling closer into the exhilarating pools of his intoxicating warmth.

"Morning." He huskily grumbled, his naturally low volume causing her stomach to churn.

"It's not morning yet," she hoarsely laughed, glancing at the clock, "it's about two."

"Well, I slept a few solid hours," he adorably yawned, tiredly blinking and resting his chin atop her scalp. Her rambunctious curls tickled him, though he hadn't cared. Actually, he brought her nearer.

"Let's keep going." She drowsily hummed, her speech lazily slurred, "I'm not ready to move."

"We could retire to the bed, if you prefer."

"I wouldn't mind either way." She agreed, "whatever you want."

"Tch, you already know I'm comfortable sleeping in chairs."

"This is an accurate statement." Amelia giggled, "I concur to the indisputable fact."

"Idiot."

She grinned, the insult strangely endearing, "yeah, yeah."

Unfortunately, he suddenly shifted away. She frowned at his conscious action, peeling her bicep off the cushion she'd practically sunk into.

Amelia lethargically rubbed her eyes, "where're you going?"

"Come on." He politely offered his assistance, flashing her his pale palm, "I'll help you."

She slid from the couch, dragging her heavy feet across the obnoxiously creaking wood, using Levi's larger stature for support.

"You're quite the gentleman, huh?" She teased, throwing her tiny frame onto the mattress.

Levi shook his head, placing the duvet over her, settling on the edge.