'Eat my feet peasant.' Conor sniggered at you, trying to pull the covers off you. All you were doing was complaining about how you didn't want to get up yet.
'No ew, your feet stink. Don't be gross.' You cringed, burying your head in the covers.
He laughed and climbed on top of you, kissing the back of your head.
'I can still smell your feet Con.' You grumbled into the pillows.
'Good! Not get your gorgeous ass out of bed.' He said again, shoving his foot under your nose. You threw up slightly in the back of your mouth and sat up.
'I'm up okay. Loser.' You giggled as you put the covers back where they were before, he rugby tackled you to the bed and held your hands above your head.
'Take it back! Smelly!' He cried, kissing your head.
'Never!' You yelled, he sighed and lifted you over his shoulder, you squealed and he took you downstairs, he pinned you into the wall and kept kissing you.
'Con.' You muttered, trying to dodge his kiss to annoy him.
'Take it back.' He insisted.
'Okay Conor, you are not a loser.' You said, he smiled in satisfaction and let you go.
'You're a huge loser.' You murmured as you went into the living room, resulting in the entire thing to happen again.
