Zɪɢɢʏ Bᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

Goodnight (iii)

"I think her name was, hmmmmm, something like... Ziggy."

FUCK. AND NOW I'M BLUSHING AGAIN.

"What, no?! I did NOT dream about you."

"Yes you did, dumbass! I heard everything."

"You wish! You're making this up."

"I know you dreamt about me, and I know more too."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"The stuff you dream about me doing!"

WHAT. WHAT COULD I HAVE POSSIBLY SAID IN MY SLEEP. UM.

"Ummm, uhhhh. What do you mean by that?"

"You know EXACTLY what I mean, y/n."

"No Ziggy, I don't."

"Ugh, I didn't think you'd make me do this... but If you insist."

"Huh? I have no idea why you're being so strange, Ziggy. And what ARE you going to do?"

"Prove a point. Remind you of something."

"Hmmmm?"

WHY IS SHE LEANING IN CLOSER.

WHY IS SHE KISSING ME.

OH. MY.

I'M NOT COMPLAINING THOUGH.

"Doesn't that seem familiar, y/n? Like something you've experienced in a dream."

Gosh she looks so smug. I so badly want to wipe that look off of her face.

"Shut up." 

"I'm right, aren't I-"

"Just shut up, Ziggy..."

I was clearly very embarassed, and now she was just rubbing it in.

"Make me... I know you can't."

You know what. Fine. This time I will.

I quickly got on top of her, lowered myself to be just above her face, and kissed her. I kissed her so hard I shut that mouth of hers.

I was mad at first, but my anger was decreasing the longer we went on making out.

"Shut you up, didn't I?"

It was nice seeing her flustered for once. She didn't reply, and instead flipped me over so that she was on top. 

I was still feeling pretty good about my victory though.

After a while, we went back to just laying in the bed. Not cuddling because it was so HOT, but just talking about stuff...