It was with a small grunt that Phoebe stirred in the bed, ray of sunlight hitting her in the face which she attempted to escape by rolling over. Her face hit something unfamiliar since she slept alone, especially now that Yoda had been stolen by Sebastian. Hazel eyes fluttered open and she realised that her forehead was pressed against Sebastian’s upper arm. After that, memories of last night came flooding in. Her body ached and she was certain that she was bruised in different places but it didn’t matter. Smile tethered to her lips while she recalled the events. It had been awkward at first, a lot of fumbling and encouraging words, puzzled facial expressions and reddened cheeks. So very awkward. Second round had been better.
It didn’t matter though, Phoebe was so full of joy that she was able to wake up besides him.
She propped up on her elbow, watching his chest rise and fall while she attempted to restrain herself from waking him up. It lasted for twenty seconds before she leaned down and gently gnawed on his shoulder. Kisses were more appropriate but she had never been one to conform. Besides, it wouldn’t be right to showcase her love in ways that weren’t her own. So he had no other choice but to endure her quirks. “Bash, Bash, Bash— wake up, I want attention,” she mumbled against his warm, soft skin before leaning back to look at him again. It was disgusting; he was so damn beautiful and she wanted to slap him for it.