You feel a weight plop down onto your lap, something hard thunking against your chest. It’s Lara, you know it is. It’s only you and here in this house.

..well, except for Jonah. Who’s sleeping down the hall.

We don’t talk about that.

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“Baby..” she yawns, nuzzling her nose against your sternum, hands pawing at the pillow beneath you head. Is she making biscuits?, you think to yourself. Still faking sleep.

Her sharp incisors pull at your perfect skin, impatient purrs rumbling within her chest as her tongue laps underside your jaw. Curse those sharp, prickly hook.

Laying her full body weight on you, she might as well try to scare you awake. If you don’t have enough oxygen, it should definitely startle you into consciousness.

Right?

“Come onnn.”