"My hands are cold."
Soyeon turns her head slightly to look at her, eyes half-open. "Hm?"
"I said my hands are cold," Yuqi whispers into the darkness of the room.
"Babe.. what time is it?" Soyeon yawns, mouth stretching wide.
Soyeon's breath hits her face, and she blinks a few times. "Just ride up your shirt." She places her hands on her waist under the blanket.
"No, we're not doing that now, I have to wake up early tomorrow," Soyeon groans.
"I'm not doing anything," Yuqi promises her, pulling Soyeon's shirt up to under her breasts as she scoots closer to press her chest against her shoulders.
"Yu– Ahh– stop that–"
Yuqi presses her hands against Soyeon's warm stomach, feeling her frosty fingertips slowly heat up.
Soyeon squirms. "Okay, I get it, your hands are cold!"
Yuqi held her tighter. "Shhh, let's go to sleep."
(A/N: was gonna name this one "ride" or "fingers" but my mind is too dirty for that to be anything good)
