Tied by a String (Private RP with Thighhigh)(Stalkers welcome)

"I'm getting there, Mr. Impatient." She raised an eyebrow at him, eyes alight with amusement.

"Patience is definitely not one of my strong suits," he agreed, kind of confused as to what was going on.

She huffed a laugh, leaning in. "Obviously." She kissed him again, an actual kiss this time.

He smiled through as he applied a bit more pressure, wrapping his arms around her sides.

She lifted her arms to rest them on his shoulders, careful not to hurt him.

He pulled away slightly, taking in a sharp intake of breath. "This isn't as fun when you're beat to shit," he admitted with a wince.

"Sorry." She winced, half at knowing she'd hurt him, and half at her own pain. "God, this sucks. Is it too much to ask of the universe to just chill for a sec?" She muttered, tucking her arms against her chest.

"Maybe a little bit of sleep will help?" he suggested.

"You mean just…taking a nap? Right now?" She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow.

"Is there an issue?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"I guess not." She shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, that is what this couch is for, anyway."

"It's more for sitting, but I'll forgive you for that one," he said, leaning back while still holding her.

"Not this couch. This thing is basically me bed most nights." She said, shifting to make it a bit more comfortable for both of them.

"I feel like you have a water bed," he said, smiling slightly as he closed his eyes.

"I did, at one point." She snorted, letting her eyes drift shut. "I popped it."

"That sounds like one hell of a story," he said, opening an eye to look at her.

""Yeah, well, there's a reason I'm not allowed to have swords anymore." She said, huffing a laugh.

"Swords and water beds don't really mix. Why even….how?" He asked, sounding baffled.

"I, uh, was reenacting the I'll Make A Man Out Of You scene from Mulan." She mumbled, hiding her face in his chest.

"Why was the waterbed involved, though?" he asked, grinning slightly.

"Because I jumped up onto the bed for pizzazz." She mumbled, voice muffled. "And I lost my balance."

"You're lucky you didn't cut your head off," he said, flicking the top of her head playfully.

"That's what dad said. Before laughing his ass off." She snorted, lifting her head to reveal her red cheeks.

"Aw," he said, unable to keep his smile from growing, "You're blushing."

"Well yeah. It was embarrassing as hell." Her blush just deepened, and she bit her bottom lip.

"It's kinda cute, I must admit," he said, winking at her.

"What, me stabbing a waterbed, or me looking like a tomato?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

He tilted his head in thought, then shrugged. "Bit of both, I guess."

"You're weird, y'know that?" The corner of her mouth quirked up into a fond half smile, despite her words.

"And how is that?" he asked, squinting down at her.