"Your 'fever'..." Kirara whispered as they leaned into your side, their warm breath climbing it's way up your chest and withering away just past your collarbone. "You've gone cold."

Your lover spoke with a pouty expression, curling their fingers around the collar of your shirt and tugging at the material. Kirara's use of the word 'fever' wasn't in the medical sense, instead referring to far more natural, affectionate desires you'd only ever feel with someone you love.

In an attempt to reignite your 'fever', Kirara shifted their leg over to your other side and pulled themselves in. Now straddling your lap, they lifted their hand from the material of your shirt to trace lazy lines along your neck.