The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden lines across the bed where you lay, head propped up against the pillows. Marlene straddled your waist, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of you, one hand steadying your chin while the other carefully traced black liner across your eyelid.

“Hold still,” she murmured, tongue caught between her teeth in concentration.

You tried. Really, you did. But with her so close, the scent of her shampoo filling the space between you, it was impossible not to smirk. “You’re sitting on me.”

Marlene huffed but didn’t pull back. “And? You’re the perfect height for this.”

Your hands found their way to her thighs, resting lightly as you whispered, “You just like having an excuse to sit on me.”

She smirked, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back to admire her work. “Maybe. But mostly, I just want you to look devastating.”

You opened your eyes, looking up at her. “With you on top of me, that’s already a given.”

Marlene laughed, shaking her head. “Shameless.” But she didn’t move. Neither did you.