*taps your shoulder*
Can I hum a lullaby to Acheron while petting her hair, please? In exchange for her comfy weight on my chest, thank you. 🙏🏻
Acheron's weight on you was your favourite. She was warm, squished you just right, and wrapped her arms tight enough to feel perfectly snug. She made the mundane feel magical, her presence being almost a peak into heaven from all the way down from Earth.
The only downside? Acheron always seemed to grow the slightest bit entitled whenever she held this position for too long...
"Keep going."
Acheron's voice rumbled its way out her throat in a sandy grain, grating hot against the skin of your throat. It scratched enough—along with the semi-desperate drag of her calloused palms beneath your shirt—to knock you out of your sleepy trance. Your eyes fluttered open with a wisp.
"Hm?" You questioned, peering down at the mop of purple tucked just under your chin. She fit like a puzzle piece, keeping her hands tucked firmly along the curve of your sides.
Any further attempt of communication from her was entirely absent, safe from the upwards brush of her lips when you squirmed at her sliding grasp. Acheron quickly steeled them back into a frown at the return of your voice. Dramatic.
"What'd you say, Acheron?"
The woman in question only shuffled closer to you at your confusion—if that was even possible. Still, you remained clueless as to why she bristled, not when your hand had yet to stop smoothing down her violets strands of hair. You had certainly learned your lesson last time when you stopped before she fell asleep.
"Humming, love. Keep humming."
You only blinked at her words. Acheron spent your silence trying to further fuse herself into you.
"Oh," you breathed, hand pausing its movements. "I was humming?"
She couldn't help her huff of a chuckle at that, squeezing you till you nearly popped when you jolted at the tickle of her breath. Her lips pressed against your collarbone, dancing up the bottom of your throat to just below your ear. There, she left a final stamp of affection: soft and sweet.
"Yes," she replied, nuzzling her face into you then. She breathed you in like a drug before going slack once more on her exhale. "And I never said you could stop."
Ah, right.
The ever spoiled Acheron when it came to nap-time on her own personal bed (you). You hummed until she was out cold, drooling a puddle into your shirt that you knew she'd laugh about later. At the very least, you'd make her run the laundry as payback by the time she woke up. For now? You'd might as well join her in dreamland.

















