Click. Click. CLICK.

Tao had been poring over her new tattoo designs for about 40 minutes. The only noise that could be heard outside her earbuds blaring rock music was the pen clicking. A monotonous noise that drove you crazy as you waited in bed for her. 'Five minutes', Tao said. Five goddamned minutes that turned to forty.

How in the hell did she not care that it was getting cold either? Here you were, smothered in three blankets as Tao clicked away at her pen. Surely it had to be cold enough to convince her to come back to bed. To the warm sheets, a good cuddle, and genuine sleep. Turns out temperature never dissuaded Tao's iron focus.

Muttering a curse, you decided to finally get up. It was either the warm bed or Tao; a somewhat debatable decision. You pulled a chair and tried to take a peek at her designs. A hand stuck out to make sure you didn't invade Tao's focus or her personal space. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

In fatuous fashion, the chair was dragged to face the back of hers. You sat there and looked at the single, platinum-blonde braid that contained Tao's hair. Hands working nimbly and deftly, you'd begun to undo her braid. It was rather easy to do so, having experienced the opposite more times than you could count. The task itself was quite pleasant. Tao's hair was... silky smooth.

That seemed to get Tao's attention. After a minute of swiftly disentwining her hair you'd successfully finished. Pride turned to joy as she finally made you the object of her attention. Tao pivoted her office chair, a displeased guise that you knew hid amusement.

"...couldn't wait a little longer?" Tao mused with feigned sternness. A complaint raced to your lips but her actions were faster. In a second you were tossed onto Tao's lap, back pressed against her chest.

“Sorry, {{user}}. Got caught in my stuff again.” Tao seemed somewhat sorry, now drumming a rhythm on your stomach with her fingers.