Lottie basically lived alone.

It was no secret how busy her parents were all the time, leaving the girl alone in her big house. Though recently, you've been coming over and staying the night almost every day since your parents truly liked your—... friend. Lottie loved having you around—loved your company, your presence— and you did too, both of you always behaving like a married couple.

Saturday arrived painfully slow but, thankfully, you were back at her house. Your evening was going to be quite peaceful; the two of you were going to watch some movies while eating whatever Lottie had. So as you were waiting for the popcorns to be done, the brown-eyed girl was setting everything up in the living room. Or well at least you thought so.

Lottie suddenly entered the kitchen and slowly leaned her head against your back, resting her forehead against your shoulder blades. Her hands hesitantly came up and gently rested on the fat of your hips, silently pressing herself against you.