Aiah stirred awake to the slow, deliberate press of lips against her bare shoulder. Warm hands traced lazy, lingering patterns down her back, leaving a scorching trail on her skin.
A content sigh escaped her lips before she even opened her eyes. She could already feel Mikha's familiar weight behind her, their bodies tangled in the sheets from the night before.
"Mmm..." Aiah hummed, shifting slightly but making no move to pull away. "Someone's up early."
Mikha chuckled against her skin, her lips trailing higher, grazing the curve of Aiah's neck. "More like I never wanted to sleep in the first place."
Aiah smirked, finally cracking one eye open. "You should've thought about that before exhausting me last night, Lim."
Mikha bit back a grin, her fingers slipping under the covers, fingers dancing along Aiah's waist. "Exhausting? Bub, I'd say that was teamwork."
Aiah rolled onto her back, finally meeting Mikha's gaze. "And now you're starting again?"
Mikha smirked, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to Aiah's lips. "Can you blame me? You looked too damn good last night. Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands to myself at that bar?*"
Aiah pretended to think. "Oh, you mean the same hands that were all over me the moment we left?"
Mikha grinned, dipping her head to press a kiss just below Aiah's ear. "Guilty."
Aiah sighed, her fingers sliding into Mikha's hair, pulling her closer. "You're impossible."
Mikha hummed in agreement, lips tracing the column of Aiah's throat. "And yet... you're still here."
Aiah smirked. "Unfortunately."
Mikha nipped at her skin lightly in retaliation, earning a quiet gasp from Aiah. "Mikha!*"
Mikha chuckled, eyes dark with amusement. "Hmm? What was that about exhausting you?"
Aiah groaned, throwing an arm over her face. "You are insufferable."
Mikha only grinned, slipping a hand beneath the sheets once more. "And yet..." she echoed teasingly.
Aiah turned to glare at her, but before she could say anything else, Mikha kissed her again, effectively silencing her.
So much for sleeping in.
Mikha's hands roamed the expanse of Aiah's smooth caramel skin, her fingertips tracing slow, reverent patterns along every curve. She had memorized this body, yet every time she touched Aiah, it felt like she was discovering her all over again.
Aiah was addicting.
And Mikha? She was utterly consumed.
Aiah let out a slow sigh as Mikha's lips trailed down her collarbone, warm and deliberate. "Bub..." she murmured, her voice thick with sleep, yet tinged with something else—something Mikha was more than happy to pull from her over and over again.
"Hmm?" Mikha hummed against her skin, never pausing in her exploration. Her palm slid over Aiah's hip, pulling her closer under the sheets. "You were saying?"
Aiah opened her mouth to respond, but Mikha had already dipped lower, pressing a lingering kiss just above her ribcage—the exact spot where, in a few days, Aiah's tattoo would be permanently inked.
A soft gasp escaped Aiah's lips, her fingers tightening against Mikha's back. "You're unbelievable," she muttered breathlessly.
Mikha grinned against her skin, her fingers skimming dangerously low. "And yet..." she whispered, echoing their conversation from earlier, the teasing lilt in her voice sending a shiver down Aiah's spine.
