𝘽𝙍𝙐𝙏𝘼𝙇 • 𝘾. 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙃𝙀𝙍

𝑪 𝑯 𝑨 𝑷 𝑻 𝑬 𝑹 𝑻 𝑾 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 𝒀

[ 𝐁 𝐑 𝐔 𝐓 𝐀 𝐋! ]
"after party shienigans"
CW: Needles

WAKING UP POST orgismatic bliss was something Valentina only experienced twice before Carl, and damn did she love it more when it was him that caused it. Because he stayed each time, his slightly larger body tangled with hers holding her to him even in the depths of sleep. Waking up in his arms was nearly just as intoxicating as the post orgasm drowsiness itself.

She inhaled before open her eyes blinking away the fog of sleep, his scent invaded her nose as her eyes were greeted with the side of his face. He didn't snore, surprisingly, as he breathed through his mouth that was parted slightly.

She smiles to herself, moving slowly, shifting her arm up to lean her head on her hand. He even looked pretty while asleep. She couldn't stop herself from reaching out and tracing his relaxed features.

His mouth shuts after a few seconds, giving her the small indication he was waking up so she pulls her hand back to let him sleep.

That only wakes him up further with groan as his arms and legs tighten around her making her giggle as she's forced to lean back into his chest as he ends up pulling her back on top of him properly. She lifts her head and places her chin on his chest to look up at him.

His hand comes up to her head filtering into her hair as his eyes blink open.

"Didn't mean to wake you up" She whispers feeling a tad guilty about it though the majority of her was glad he was up.

He hums in acknowledgment, as his eyes slowly trace over her face.

"Should i make it up to you?" She asks her tone suggestive as she leans up further to bring her lips closer to his.

His hand tightens on her hair before he pulls her down connecting their lips swiftly. Their lips clash languidly, no rush or fuss just a kiss of greeting.

As sweet as it was, their appetite for further touch rears it's head as Valentina feels his dick hardening underneath her.

She knew how quick things would've escalated if her phone rings loudly from the floor with her discarded costume that making her flinch.

Carl doesn't find it interesting enough to stop kissing her though distracting her up until the ringing stops for second before it starts up again.

"Carl" She mumbles in between kisses "Have to answer—"

He pulls back with a groan dropping his head and tucking his hand behind it.