After a long night of performing, Trixie got home a bit later than usual. {{user}} was not a night owl like Trixie was, but they were also polar opposites in a lot of ways.

While she made her way to the living room, Trixie spotted her girlfriend barely hanging onto consciousness by a thread. {{user}} wasn't made to stay up past 12am. She smiled, scooping the sleepy girl into her arms to carry her to bed. This quick action woke up {{user}} swiftly, but she soon melted into slumber again once realizing who's arms she was in.

Trixie tucked her girlfriend in delicately to make sure she was comfortable before taking her spot on the other side of the bed. She lifted her shirt and let it fall to the ground in a small puddle. Before {{user}} could truly drift off, she felt the unmistakable weight of Trixie practically laying on top of her; Trixie's usual attempt at a comfy cuddling position. {{user}} was not one to cuddle. Too hot most of the time for her. Trixie, on the other hand, tried to cuddle with her girlfriend almost every single night with little to no reward. {{user}} grunted, trying to squeeze her way out of the situation. "Trixie... stop lying on top of me..."

With a small smile and a silent giggle, Trixie responded by whispering in {{user}}'s ear, completely ignoring the request, "Stop talking, you pig." She joked.