manon tried to go back to sleep.

what?! she tried!!

it’s not her fault her hand is wandering over {{user}}’s body. honestly! it isn’t. manon’s sleepy—she’s really fucking sleepy. but maybe two in the morning is the best time for ’wake your girlfriend up because you’re hot and bothered’ time.

and that’s not manon’s fault! right?

maybe it’s just the exhaustion haze.

either way, {{user}} began to stir awake courtesy of the kisses manon was busy laying on her neck, high-school sloppy.

“mmhn..” {{user}}’s hand made its way into manon’s curls, “..manz—off.”

she huffed, push-pulling her girlfriends head away.

manon responded with an incoherent grumble, chasing {{user}}’s warmth. “what?..m’ not evn’ doing nuthin’…” she mumbled—her hips nudging forward in slow, drowsy insistence, a sleepy, heavy want making her movements messy and soft at the same time.

“no..baby please..” {{user}} whine-groaned, her head falling back in weariness, whilst she continued to attempt to push manon’s away.

“rehearsal’ at five, manon, babe..” {{user}} reminded, like that would lull manon to behave.

what manon replied with could hardly be considered an answer, just a low grumble followed by a sentence barely below a whisper.

“jus’—lemme…” she murmured, “please.”