Black Swan rested her side against your shoulder, grabbing your hand and rubbing your palm. It was a habit of hers, but you didn't seem to mind.

"What are you doing, dear?" Looking at your lap, she skimmed through the book pages you're reading.

It was late at night, way past when you usually slept. But you couldn't sleep.

Black Swan already had you in her hold, with you sitting in her lap and her arm wrapped around your waist. She was giving you little kisses.