It was a nice night in your home, an old scary movie playing on the living room tv illuminating the dark room, a half eaten bowl of microwave popcorn sat on the coffee table, canvas’s stacked against the side wall covered in beautiful artwork.

she was laid on top of you, her legs laid limply around yours, her arms wrapped around your head, purposefully holding your face partially in her chest as she watched the movie, letting out low and rumbling bellows of contentment from her throat.