5 more minutes~
Send me “5 more minutes” to see how my character would wake yours up. { no longer accepting }
Cerulean irises drink in the scene, lids still heavy and a thickness of slumber clinging to him, attempting to pull the victim back down into the thicket of warmth and sleep. Yet the heart-stopping sight of auricomous hair fanned across his deep blue bed-set.
Lydia's still sleeping soundly with his arm snug around her torso, but he's waking up more now, growing anxious and not content to just lay there any longer.
He jostles her gently, nosing affectionately against the back of her neck before whining, "Wake up, Lydia." Sitting up on his forearm a bit like an expectant puppy, Jackson runs his hand down her face and leans down to kiss her soft lips. "Please?" She stirs and mumbles something about five more minutes, groggily turning away from him.
The wolf scoffs as if offended. Then pauses-- Contemplates--
"Nah."
Without another word he grins impishly and pulls he rout of bed, tossing her loosely over his shoulder, one hand giving her backside a squeeze as he walks her out of his room, Prada yipping at his ankles. "Jackson!" It's more of a drawn-out groan than a yell, still he ignores her.
"Come on Lyds, what's a guy got to do to get breakfast in bed?" He's teasing of course, demonstrated when he puts her down at the top of the stairs and cages her against the wall, lips lush yet gentle at her forehead and then cheeks. "Good morning to you too sunshine."
