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It's late morning, and neither of them have moved.
Sephora lays on her back, arms propped up behind her head, as Sullivan literally stuffs his face into the pillow he's had in a headlock for the past few hours.
She glances down at herself, a pair of almost terrifyingly short shorts and a loose sports bra cover her body, and Sullivan has a pair of freshly bought boxers (courtesy of her, if he could help it he would probably be wearing the same boxers for a year).
His back is bare to the world.
Really just her, and that was perfectly fine.
Personality wise, Sullivan wasn't the cream of the crop, but his body was like a statue's, sculpted and formed in just the right way. To her disappointment, the eighth wonder of the world was not hand crafted only for her, but for work. A job that was essential to the city and to others, and a great bonus to the woman who got to stare at him for the whole three minutes he was home each day.
Her manicured fingers were messing with the lumps of fat on her chest, and the fabric that surrounded them, the hazy air keeping anything from getting too physical.
"You know," His tired voice comes out of nowhere, and almost startles her, if not for it's lazy tone. "they look pretty good from here, you don't have to mess with them." One gray eye peeks up at her, as the other one is smothered into the pillow below him.
She gives a dramatic sigh before rolling onto her side to stare him down. Raising a trimmed and elegantly curved eyebrow , Sephora hummed in disagreement.
"Aw, babe, I thought me messing with them would be something you like." It takes him a moment, but Sulli's face turns a subtle hint of red when he gets what he was aiming at.
There's a silence between them as her boyfriend glances from her searing purple gaze to her chest and back again. She only smiles at him and giggles a bit, finding his reaction to be quite the show.
"Uhm, what? Huh?" He questions, the nerves in his voice taking over.
"My boobs, you idiot. You and your magic CIA training and you don't know what the hell these things are?" Just for her own entertainment she grabs her breasts, laughing when he buries his face into the pillow.
"Sephora Fuge, don't tempt me." He warns, his voice growing lower, something smoother, and warm flush all over her body heightens after he raises his head and stares her down, gray eyes making it out to seem like she is his prey instead of a lover, and Seph doesn't mind it at all.
"Oh I will." She winks at him, a wide grin spreading over her lips. "It's my job, after all, as your regular sex partner."
His face is priceless again, and he obviously did not want to talk about sex or anything of the sort so blatantly in the lazy morning. She wasn't complaining, after all, the redness on his cheeks brings sweet laughter to her lips.
Sephora gives another dramatic sigh, pouting as she rolls over so her back faces the very flustered man laying beside her. Not thirty seconds passes before she feels his hand snake around her waist and pull her, butt first, into him. He squeezes her, and they both ring out into soft laughter, Sulli burying his nose into the back of her neck, while she tries to sneak cold toes down his legs.
Either way the two of them decide to stay like that, and it's long into the afternoon before either of them decide it's worth it to go out and scavenge the kitchen for food.
