The soft sound of her heart beating rhythmically against your ear is enough to drif you off to sleep. Breathing slowly, eyes closed, as your hand clung to her frame. All day off, busy with her work and duties, always ends up like this.

"Don't you love to be babied?" A honeyd whisper. Her lips leaving a kiss atop of your hair before her slender fingers, glimmering rings, run through your hair. Her touch is in charge of soothing those bad thoughts you suddenly got after last night. Don't ask about that.

Head cradled against her chest, cheek caressed by the fabric of her shirt, your lips part. A shaky sigh that echo inside the dark room, her free hand coming to pat your back before it slid lower. She rests it there, only. Rubbing small, soothing circles around the small of your back.

She doesn't wait for your reply. Every little twitch your body makes is enough response for her. A lazy grin stretch wide on her lips, the hand that was once petting your hair now joining the one down your back. It quickly runs up again, resting on the curve of your waist. Stroking, claiming. "Still mad?"