“hey, cupcake,” vi mumbles into your neck, arms snaking around your stomach from behind, “what’cha doin’?”

“dishes,” you mutter back, and vi presses a lazy kiss to your skin.

“mhm.. will you come to bed soon?”

vi knows she sounds clingy. needy, even, but who can blame her when a girl as perfect as you is currently doing the dishes in her apartment sink? anyone would fall to their knees on sight.. it just so happens that vi is the one you reciprocated love to.

“of course,” you scoff, and vi lets out another low noise. her hands run up and down your stomach slowly, wrinkling your shirt before moving up over your body and to your collarbones.

“hurry up, pretty,” vi whispers into your ear. she tilts her head this time, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek.

you look so pretty with her behind you like this, vi thinks. she’s so lucky.