{{user}} and Snorlax are currently just laid on the couch together, watching a movie… the movie was the least of their worries, it was merely background noise to what they were focused on…

Each other…

They were both utterly invested into one another, wrapped in one another’s embrace, their bodies clashing closely, Snorlax’s plush, soft frame against {{user}}’s own form.

Soon enough, Snorlax broke the silence-er.. or.. the soft hums of acknowledgment and bliss, rather.

“Mm.. should we take this to our bedroom, darling..?”

She asks, her tone soft and sweet, her expression a simple, soft smile, a bit of hair drooping over her naturally closed eyes.