Laurel / Oliver 002 The intruding noise of the alarm made Laurel grumble about how someone needed to turn it off. She buried her face into the chest she was laying on, not even registering that she had ended up somehow during the night sleeping on Ollie with the covers kick all the way down to her knees.
There was a groan, this was too earlier, she was too comfortable, "thirty more minutes," she muttered against his chest. She could feel some of his muscles flexing and the arm that was draped over him tighten as she moved nuzzled his chest with her face to move it to the side as she whined a little, "please."