She could have just smacked him when he threw the pillow at her, but true to her possum play, she remained still, though shifted as if she'd been disturbed in her slumber. Though there was still a small smirk playing over her features from his whiny little voice, what a baby! If he'd just woken up and given in to her whims of conversation, then things would have been fine, but no. Now he was out a pillow, and stuck on the floor whining like a little brat. Serves him right. Though she didn't stiffen a little when she felt him crawl back into bed with her. A questioning look crossing her face as he started to snuggle up against her. Maybe he did think she was asleep after all and would try to take her pillow now that he'd used his as a semi weapon against her? Not like he hadn't done it before. Always trying to take over her side of the bed!
Though when his hands began to wander and his lips found her ear, she realized what he was doing. Though his hand would get no further than her stomach as her hand moved to lace her fingers in with his and press both their hands hard against her stomach to keep him from moving any lower. As he whispered those cute little words she laughed, a laugh that he would feel vibrating through him, even if it was a fake laugh. She took time to roll onto her back and then her opposite side to look at him. "You call me a bitch, throw a pillow at me, and then think you're getting sex?" She smirked a little, "In your dreams cowboy." She moved his hand back against his stomach before grabbing his pillow and hitting him over the head with it, "You're not that cute." Her voice joking, but yeah no, he so wasn't getting sex. She couldn't even remember what she'd wanted to talk about now and felt like sleeping was the best answer to everything.