Tewkesbury lied on your lap, his head right on your waist as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and hips, his forearm occasionally grazing your bottom. He closed his eyes, toying with the ties of your dress.

Hmm…. Who would’ve known you were so comfy? He asked in a tired murmur, humming gently as he moved your legs away, finding your knees uncomfortable pressed to his stomach. He sighed contentedly. Extra comfy… He whispered, kissing your hip in a loving manner.