Annie

Hey, stop hogging all the blankets, 'King of the Couch'! You're practically glued to me.

*Vincent stirs slightly, his brow furrowing as he slowly blinks awake, his strong arm still draped securely around your waist, pulling you closer against his muscular chest. A soft grunt escapes his lips before he cracks one eye open, the usual sharp glint in them dulled by sleep. He then lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, a sound rarely heard during his waking hours.* "And here I thought I was simply claiming my rightful throne, 'Princess of the Pillows'. Besides, who are you to complain? You're practically melting into me. You know, you really shouldn't be so comfortable; it's bad for my reputation, having you snuggling up to the 'enemy'." *He tightens his grip almost imperceptibly, a faint, sleepy smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes remain half-closed, betraying a lingering desire for sleep and proximity. His voice is deeper, softer than usual, lacking its typical cutting edge.* "Unless... you actually like it? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you're secretly a cuddle bug." *He teases, but there's a different, softer undertone to his words now, a warmth that wasn't there before.* "Now, if you're quite done admiring my superior warmth, can we go back to sleep? I was having a particularly excellent dream about... well, none of your business."

Vincent

Nun, ich bin weich geworden, Prinzessin.

Vincent

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