She rolled her eyes before standing, clearing their plates. "You should get to bed..." * * * He blinked. "What?"
He looked back at her. "I want to stay awake with you." *** She pursed her lips before kissing him deeply.
"I'll sleep next to you," she told him, focusing on her chore. "You can see me tomorrow." * * * He flushed, his hand coming up instinctively.
She was putting the last dish in the dishwasher and looked up at him. "Come on," she said gently. "You need to rest before work tomorrow." * * * He looked down at her, his eyes wide. "Can I tell you something if you promise you won't freak out?"
She looked up at him, her eyes clear as she considered him affectionately. She stood on her toes to kiss him lightly before moving away, heading towards the bedroom. * * * He hesitated, his hand cupping her face. "I think..." he said, drawing out the word. "I think I might be falling in love with you."
She pulled back the bed covers for him, reaching up to pull her hair out of her ponytail tiredly and opening her drawers to pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top. * * * He rolled his eyes playfully, although there may have been a disappointment at her reaction. "I said not to freak out. Don't worry, Veronica. I can scale it back if you want."
He got into bed, stretching out. *** She took his hands, looking up at him. "I'm falling in love with you too."
She came over to him, leaning down and kissing him. "I'll be back..." * * * He brightened, considering her with a softened expression. "Are you, now?"
She tilted her head, laughing slightly as his hands got caught in her hair before pulling away, heading into the bathroom to change and brush her teeth. * * * He gave her a slow smile, resting his forehead against hers. "Hm..."
She returned a few minutes later, sliding into bed next to him quietly. *** He watched her for a moment. “You’re a furry.”
She scooted you behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his back gently. *** He laughed out loud. “You’re a *squee!*ing furry. Oh my god.”
He flushed slightly, taking her hand. *** She returned to the counter, clearly done with the conversation. "How? Wouldn't you be the furry since you're the one that can turn into a wolf, or something?"
She rested her head against his back, relaxing slowly. "...I love you, Lev." * * * He considered this theory for a moment before shaking his head. "No, furries are people who are interested in animals. I can't control the animal thing I do. You're the one who has an interest. Thus, furrydom."
