Prompt: 31 - Response
Word Count: 414

Momo brushed her fingers along the window pane. Rain had long ago cooled the window and the heat from her fingertips was causing small areas to fog over. There was just enough light coming from the outside world for her to make out the trail of her fingertips. It was a beautiful night, cold, wet, dark, and it made her thankful for the heat at her back and the warmth of her bed. Fingers ghosted over her bare shoulder and she shivered, shifting so she could glance over at him. His bed rather, but she wasn't complaining. The warmth of his lips settled against her shoulder and she sighed, shifting a bit more.

"Couldn't sleep?" she reached up and caught his hand, bringing it around so she could kiss his palm.

"You moved."

She smiled, turning so she could brush her hand over his brows, smoothing the furrow there. "I woke up." The snort that followed her pronouncement had her biting her lip. This early, or late, he would huff at her until she distracted him and she was content to listen to the rain. It was a soft patter against his window and for now it was calming. His free hand slipped from her shoulder to her hip and he pulled her to his side.

"All right?"

She turned her head and smiled against his shoulder, nodding. "It s peaceful."

He sighed, chin settled against the top of her head. "You got out of bed to make patterns on the window?"

"It's a nice window." She muttered, glancing up at his profile. She could just make out his jaw line; she ran her fingers over his lips, edges quirking up when he gently bit her.

"Come back to bed."

She pouted, "But what if I want to listen to the rain."Teeth found the shell of her ear and she shivered again.

"I'll make it up to you," he murmured.

"Better," she retorted, shifting so she could bite his jaw. He shifted them both backwards, back into the tangled mess of blankets she had vacated earlier.

"Bossy," he muttered, fingers wrapping around her hips.

"You like it."

He kissed her, mouth firmly slanting across hers. "Stop talking."

"You started it."

Silence. Teeth nipped at her collarbone and she gasped.

"Grumpy," he murmured.

Warm hands curved over her stomach and she sighed relaxing into his touch, fingers moving up his arms to slide over his shoulders. "Later." She agreed.