A chortle of giggles and squeals came from the platinum haired woman. She wriggled beside him, then rolled over to face him and snuggled closer. She wrapped her arms around him, “Now I’ve got you.”
Running his fingers through her silky platinum mane, he brought his lips to her forehead, holding her tenderly. A single tear ran from the corner of his eye down over his bruised cheekbone, dripping off into the pillow. “Don’t let go..”
“Hurry~” she said, scurrying beneath the blankets in a playful manner, as if to hide.”
Peter leapt up on the bed, diving into the mess of sheets and pillows. Wrapping his arms around Felicia’s waist, he pulled her close to his body playfully, peppering her shoulder and neck with kisses. “Gotcha.”
“I believe I’m the one who should be saying come to bed.”
“Hush. Be right there, kitten.”
“Good. Now keep me warm?”
“Always. Come to bed, Fel’.”
”Mwah!” she kissed him, then spoke with muffled words against his lips, “does that answer your question?”
“I’d say so.”
“Now what kind of question is that?”
“You tell me. I really missed my kitten..”
Ollie and Dinah… Gets me everytime
Worked an eight hour shift, then filmed for Star Wars Night for a good four hours. Spider-Mun is beat.
Happy 36th birthday, Star Wars!
