“Mmh, stop moving around will ya?” Marlene mumbles, her voice being muffled as her face was bury on your shoulder. She holds on you tightly not wanting you to leave the bed.

“I swear if you keep moving around, I’ll make sure the weather rain on you and you only.” Marlene warns, she was half asleep, so her words were sluggish and mumbling, so it sounded like rubbish.

Marlene’s warm body cuddles you, her face burying in your shoulder, she kisses your jaw and nuzzles her head into your neck.