 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris, who was now settling onto the floor with a bit of a 'Yeah, I retaliated' look on his pale face, was just throwing the blanket over himself as Vianna crawled over to his side of the bed and peered down at him, reminding him that they'd never slept apart before. His eyebrows rose at her, immediately reminded of the first few months of her pregnancy when she'd kicked him downstairs due to her hormones, watching as she seemed to remember the same times. But his gaze wasn't blaming, just slightly amused though he tried to cover it up, still unwilling to let her convince him into anything like she'd done quite a few times in the past couple minutes (shirt on, shirt off, shirt on?, no...shirt off). As she promised to let him borrow her warmth, suggesting that it might be cold down on the floor, he shook his head just for the sake of not letting her change his mind once more. "I've got a rug," he replied defiantly, vague playful amusement still somewhere behind his expression though somewhat clouded by his need to prove that she couldn't sway him so easily. But it was hard. Just looking at her peering over at him from the bed was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen, and the mere sight of those blue eyes, her head cocked to the side like that... Well it made him want to just kiss her, that was for sure. But due to the small amount of pride that he had, he didn't allow himself to give in.
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