“You’re not doing much, though.”

Caitlyn whines into your nape as she presses desperate kisses against your neck, hand crawling up to cup the side of your face. The soft pad of her thumb strokes along your jawline, lips pulling and sucking softly at your skin in hopes of persuasion.

Her floppy ears twitch in response to the annoyed sound you let out, but that only spurs her on further. She is going to get what she wants.

“Please? Please.”

It’s rare that she begs, so, automatically, your mind wanders to a place that is far from appropriate. You have things to do, things to get down. Things that are far more important than playing around with your girlfriend.

But, maybe, you’ll let it slide, today.