"What's the time..?" The strawberry blonde muttered, voice muffled into the fabric of the boy's shirt.
"No idea, baby. But you've got work now, and I have to get Allison up." He lifts a clenched fist up towards his face to rub one of his eyes, a soft yawn emitting from his lips.
"No time to lose then!" Lydia pounced out of her husband's arms, throwing on a floral skirt that stopped at her thighs; tucking a blue shirt in with it.
"Hey, no! I didn't get my good morning kiss." Coughing sarcastically, he sits up in his position, making grabby hands towards her, bottom lip jutted out in a cute pout that anyone could fall for.
Letting out a low grumble, she crawled back onto the bed, pressing a quick and teasing peck to his lips.
"That wasn't good enough." He lets out a huff, folding his arms across his chest.
"Too bad, so sad." She blows a kiss before turning on her heels and exiting the room, leaving Stiles all frustrated. Sexually. Maybe.
