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>"Oh, and another thing..."
"Ugh..."
>It's too damn hot for these lectures.
>Not just in general - it's been a horribly hot summer week - but also because you're spooning your portable heater Sugarcoat after a very... heated return from your oceanarium date.
>She's so short she fits perfectly in your embrace, so you two are great for warming each other up. Or annoying each other with your body heat. But you can't let something like that stop you from touching one another when you're both completely naked.
>Of course she'd use your refractory period to school you on the "mistakes" you've made on your date earlier today.
>And you thought this timeout should be used to keep the mood passionate, not completely kill it.
>She wasn't complaining when her arms and legs were locked behind your back just a few minutes ago, when you were pounding her senselessly and rearranging her hairstyle by pulling random bits of it (gently, of course), so she must've been thinking about this all this time and just waiting for the right moment.
>You know she's not doing it to unnerve you or anything, it's just how she is, as you have learned over your still budding relationship.
>So you're just chilling for now, if such wording can be applied to the unrelenting heat you're surrounded with, still a bit wound up from your first go.
>Speaking of wording...
>"Don't try to correct me when I call you out on your stupid questions."
>Okay, this one you can't just let slide. Instead, your hand slides up her forearm to gently grip her shoulder.
"I did mean something different though."
>"My hearing is perfectly fine! I know what I've heard."
>The girl's head turns slightly so instead of her hair your nose bumps into her temple. Making her cheek really easy to kiss, which you promptly do.
"Maybe you heard right but you definitely misunderstood it."
>"Don't try to play a smartass with me."
>Oh, look who's talking. Probably feels her smartass supreme status is being threatened by your own display of smartassery. Even though you're just telling the truth.
>Your hand slides down her arm again, but this time dives right under it, to help her turn her torso a bit after her head. She follows your motion but stops half way there to press her back against you instead of just rolling on it.
>This makes it so easy for you to caress her exposed tummy. That could've been her goal in the first place because her free hand touches yours and moves together with it, making sure your palm is fully in contact with her skin as it makes circles on it.
"I'm only saying it how it is," your forehead touches hers. "There's nothing shameful in just being mistaken, Sugar."
>"I didn't mistake anything," she whispers back.
"It's okay."
>"Stop mocking me," her reply is barely heard by this point.
"I know that people don't eat fish from public aquariums, dummy. I meant the KIND of fish that they have there. Not fish from there specifically. You know that. It makes sense."
