It was so hard to keep your eyes open at this point that all you could feel was the cold sheets of the mattress pressing against your skin as you let your body sink into the bed - your consciousness kept coming back and forth like a switch being played around with as your eyes jolt back open to look at Scaramouche who nipped and playfully bit your neck

"Focus love.." Were all the words you could hear before he starts planting small and wet kisses down your body