Wakey Wakey - Our Theme Story

Wakey Wakey - The Theme Story

« Honey, wake up »

She looked down at Kevin’s peaceful face, smiling when she noticed his gaping mouth and the soft snores that escaped it. And he was so certain that he didn’t snore. Sure.

“Wake up” She repeated, this time louder.
He didn’t move, didn’t even blink.

Sighing, she grabbed his shoulder and shook him.
Nothing.

“Come on, Kevin” She muttered, shaking him a bit more.
To no avail.

Okay, she thought with a frown, this called for stronger measures.

Climbing on top of his sprawled body, she sat on her haunches and let her hands fall to his sides. Slowly she let her fingers trail over his exposed skin, smiling as she enjoyed her task thoroughly.

Tickling. Something was tickling him.

Scrunching his nose, he slowly felt himself awaken, his body reacting to the soft tickles on his waist and the warm body that seemed to hover over him. No, actually someone was sitting on him. Right where it felt good.

“Wakey wakey, Kevin”

His eyes snapped open and he looked up at her smiling face. Spotting the twinkle in her clear eyes, he groaned and lifted his hands to her waist.

“Not this name again”
“Come on, Kev. You know you love it”
“No” He replied, closing his eyes once more. “I love you. Not your site”
“Spoilsport” She murmured against his chest but he heard her.

He heard her quite well. Grabbing her hips, he made her fall to the bed then moved on top of her, settling his weight on his extended arms. “I’m a spoilsport?” He repeated, his voice rising.

Smirking, she laced her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. “Got you” She whispered against his lips.

He moved his head back a little and stared down at her. “What?”

“I’ve got you right where I wanted you” She said with a wide grin, her legs slowly entangling with his.

He shook his head then smiling, he bent his head and murmured against her parted lips. “Witch”

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