You’re lying peacefully in bed, sleeping. Until you woke up to someone cuddling you from the waist, Scaramouche, your enemy.

He was having a party for some apparent reason and you fell asleep, so did he.

You slapped his cheeks trying to wake him up, although he buried his face in your chest.

”Mmph.. More..”

Soon enough, he started kissing your chest and face, all over and that included nibbling on your stomach.