Ginger attempts to Cuddle
[For the snuggle meme. For tm_northstar.]
“Jean-Paul, stop fidgeting.”
“I’m not!”
“You made me lose count again.”
“I already finished counting hours ago.”
“We’ve been doing this for twenty minutes.”
“Well it feels like hours. Why are we doing this?”
“Because I’m bored, and there’s nothing on tv, and I don’t feel like moving from my bed. Hence, this.”
Jean-Paul rolled over, and halfway onto Terry, sprawling himself out and taking up as much of the bed as he could.
“You made me lose count again!” Terry huffed, whacking him lightly in the shoulder.
“It’s 328. There are 328 bumps on your ceiling.”
“Really?”
“I have no idea, and I don’t care.” He squirmed some more, draping himself across Theresa so that they created a t-shape, joined at their bellies.
“Oof. I can’t breathe.”
“Are you calling me fat?!”
“No, I’m calling me weak.” She puffed her stomach out, trying to move him. “Get off me or I’ll smack your ass.” Which happened to be in prime smacking range.
Jean-Paul wigged his butt and grinned. “I knew you always wanted to! Go on, give it a smack. I won’t tell anyone. You know you want to. It’s so round and delicious looking.”
Terry rolled her eyes. “Yeah, on second thought, no.”
“Oh Terry! Yeah, come on, spank it!”
“Stop it.”
“Harder!”
“Jean-Paul!”
“Yeah! Say my name!”
“Oh I am going to kill you.” But she spanked him anyway, just to shut him up. Which worked, sort of.
“You can’t do it like that! Your approach is all wrong, I barely even felt that. Chrisse, do I have to give you spanking lessons too?”
“... You wanna go watch a movie?”
“No, no distractions. These are basic needs, Terry! Every woman needs to know how deliver a good spanking. Now sit up, let me show you.”
Terry threw her arms in the air, trying to sound angry but it didn’t help that she had an exasperated smile on her face. “I can’t! You’re lying on top of me! You are the cause of all of this torment! You are the reason my face never goes back to normal color! You are the reason I can’t shop for vegetables anymore-”
Jean-Paul giggled.
“And you are absolutely, completely impossible! Now get off me!”
Jean-Paul took a second, like he was considering what she might actually do to him were he to refuse. Apparently whatever he’d imagined wasn’t worth it, because he moved just enough that she could sit up and shove him off the rest of the way.
“So.” JP waggled his eyebrows. “Spanking lessons?”
“Shut up. Promise to behave yourself and I will let you have free use of my stereo for the rest of the night.”
“And no more ceiling counting?”
“No more ceiling counting.”
“Fine.” Jean-Paul said. “Starting now.”
And before she could really register that he’d even left the bed, Jean-Paul has crossed the room (it was a small room) selected a cd, fit it in her player, turned it on, and returned to his spot, remote beside him.
“Do I dare ask what we’re going to listen to?”
“No.”
Terry smiled. She rolled over a little, curling up against Jean-Paul.
“Ew, ginger cooties.”
“You promised to behave!”
“I had my fingers crossed.”
One of the times Terry rolled her eyes, they were going to stay that way.
[OOC: I may attempt to redo this one after I've finished the others. That really didn't count as a snuggle.]
“Jean-Paul, stop fidgeting.”
“I’m not!”
“You made me lose count again.”
“I already finished counting hours ago.”
“We’ve been doing this for twenty minutes.”
“Well it feels like hours. Why are we doing this?”
“Because I’m bored, and there’s nothing on tv, and I don’t feel like moving from my bed. Hence, this.”
Jean-Paul rolled over, and halfway onto Terry, sprawling himself out and taking up as much of the bed as he could.
“You made me lose count again!” Terry huffed, whacking him lightly in the shoulder.
“It’s 328. There are 328 bumps on your ceiling.”
“Really?”
“I have no idea, and I don’t care.” He squirmed some more, draping himself across Theresa so that they created a t-shape, joined at their bellies.
“Oof. I can’t breathe.”
“Are you calling me fat?!”
“No, I’m calling me weak.” She puffed her stomach out, trying to move him. “Get off me or I’ll smack your ass.” Which happened to be in prime smacking range.
Jean-Paul wigged his butt and grinned. “I knew you always wanted to! Go on, give it a smack. I won’t tell anyone. You know you want to. It’s so round and delicious looking.”
Terry rolled her eyes. “Yeah, on second thought, no.”
“Oh Terry! Yeah, come on, spank it!”
“Stop it.”
“Harder!”
“Jean-Paul!”
“Yeah! Say my name!”
“Oh I am going to kill you.” But she spanked him anyway, just to shut him up. Which worked, sort of.
“You can’t do it like that! Your approach is all wrong, I barely even felt that. Chrisse, do I have to give you spanking lessons too?”
“... You wanna go watch a movie?”
“No, no distractions. These are basic needs, Terry! Every woman needs to know how deliver a good spanking. Now sit up, let me show you.”
Terry threw her arms in the air, trying to sound angry but it didn’t help that she had an exasperated smile on her face. “I can’t! You’re lying on top of me! You are the cause of all of this torment! You are the reason my face never goes back to normal color! You are the reason I can’t shop for vegetables anymore-”
Jean-Paul giggled.
“And you are absolutely, completely impossible! Now get off me!”
Jean-Paul took a second, like he was considering what she might actually do to him were he to refuse. Apparently whatever he’d imagined wasn’t worth it, because he moved just enough that she could sit up and shove him off the rest of the way.
“So.” JP waggled his eyebrows. “Spanking lessons?”
“Shut up. Promise to behave yourself and I will let you have free use of my stereo for the rest of the night.”
“And no more ceiling counting?”
“No more ceiling counting.”
“Fine.” Jean-Paul said. “Starting now.”
And before she could really register that he’d even left the bed, Jean-Paul has crossed the room (it was a small room) selected a cd, fit it in her player, turned it on, and returned to his spot, remote beside him.
“Do I dare ask what we’re going to listen to?”
“No.”
Terry smiled. She rolled over a little, curling up against Jean-Paul.
“Ew, ginger cooties.”
“You promised to behave!”
“I had my fingers crossed.”
One of the times Terry rolled her eyes, they were going to stay that way.
[OOC: I may attempt to redo this one after I've finished the others. That really didn't count as a snuggle.]