Vianna's giggles grew as Ferris explained that she couldn't just touch him when he was trying to walk. "But I'm your wife!" she said in her defense, as if this gave her the permission to do whatever she wanted with him. But it was then that he continued, adding that it hadn't been a very nice thing to do to her husband, and the girl merely chuckled softly, amused by his complaints thought obviously not regretful at all. Soon enough, the couple had reached their room, and Vianna couldn't help but grow a little distracted by the sight of it once more, by all its luxury and elegance and beauty. But then, abruptly, she was plopped down onto the bed, once again like a sack her husband was just supposed to move from one place to the next. "Hey!" Vianna furrowed her brows disapprovingly at him, before raising them as he told her to keep her hands to herself. "Fine, I will!" she replied defiantly, only mildly distracted from their conversation as the young man pecked her lips gently. Vianna returned the gesture for the brief second it lasted, before a more stubbornly determined expression took over her features once again. "Well, I better head to bed. I wouldn't want to accidentally touch my husband," she said proudly, slipping away from beneath the boy and sitting up on the bed, then crawling over to one side of it, the side she usually took when they were in their own bed (which seemed tiny in comparison to this one). "Goodnight, Professor!" said Vianna, the almost childlike stubbornness still clear in her tones as she disappeared beneath the heavy covers of the bed, leaving only her head and part of her shoulders revealed as she cuddled up in the sheets.

Ferris's jaw dropped as determined expression to over his wife's beautiful face, listening as she decided proudly that she'd head to bed as she wouldn't want to accidently touch her husband. And he watched with widening brown eyes as Vianna slipped out from under his grasp and crossed the bed to her side, crawling beneath the sheets and bidding him goodnight stubbornly. "You can't be serious," he muttered with playfully narrowing eyes, as though trying to detect the flaws in her facade. After a couple long moments of this not working, Ferris climbed onto the bed and over to her side, glancing at her with raised eyebrows, "You're not really being this stubborn," he decided, vague amusement behind his expression.

Vianna was soon finding it that the room was a little too warm for all the blankets and the bedcover she had hidden beneath (it didn't help that the room had its own fireplace and it was burning brightly). However, she did not move. She closed her eyes with stubborn determination and only seemed to show signs of life when Ferris suddenly approached her, deciding that she wasn't really being that stubborn. Vianna's brows furrowed in her 'sleep'. "Maybe I am," she replied slowly, a bit cautiously, but still a little defiantly.

Ferris gave a bit of a small smile at the sight of his wife furrowing her brows in her 'sleep', listening as she replied rather slowly that she just might've actually started being this stubborn. "Fine," he decided with an amused smile she couldn't see. "But I'm still allowed to touch you, aren't I?" he murmured with raised eyebrows. In the next moment his hands had slipped beneath the covers in order to retrieve her waist, pulling her up and over to him gently but quite easily, turning her just slightly to face him as she now rested pretty much on top of his chest, buried into him comfortably. "Because I've had this problem, ever since I was seventeen..." the young man started playfully as his right arm gently brought her leg up comfortably, holding it just slightly across them gently, "Where I couldn't stop myself from touching my Vianna in one way or another." He flashed her a teasing grin, knowing that he was probably pushing her buttons as she'd already promised not to lay a finger on him by her own will. Technically, she was touching him right then. But that was because he'd pulled her over there, not because she'd picked up her own hand and placed it on his chest or anything of the sort.

Vianna kept her blue eyes closed as the young man at her side spoke, asking if he was still allowed to touch her. The girl's response was going to be a very simple and blunt 'no', but before she could even open her mouth, Ferris had already gotten a hold of her waist, pulling the girl over to his chest without giving her the chance to even protest. Vianna's crystal blue eyes opened then, and her brows were furrowed disapprovingly, though she remained silent and listened as the young man began to speak, explaining to her how he couldn't really stop himself from touching her ever since he was just seventeen, a confession to which the girl would have shown amusement to had she not been feeling so stubborn and defiant at the moment. And her husband just moving her around as he pleased, making her skin come in contact with his own after she had determined not to touch him, wasn't making the girl any more willing to be cooperative. "Oh yeah? Well that's nice and all, but I don't think it's very fair you should get to touch me when I'm not allowed to do the same," she said stubbornly. There was a moment of hesitation there where she remained at his side for a brief moment, far too comfortable laying there beside him to want to move. But her pride was stronger, and in the next moment she had slipped away from his grasp around her waist and had returned to her side of the bed, with her back turned to the young man.

Ferris gave a warm smile as she gave him an 'Oh yeah?', about to keep talking when she herself continued, explaining that she didn't think it was fair for him to touch her when she wasn't allowed to do the same. His smile fell as he watched the stubborn girl slip out of his arms and return to her side of the bed, her back now turned to him. He'd just been kidding before when he'd suggested she keep her hands to herself, quite obviously, but what was he supposed to say now? Take it all back just so she would touch him again?

She wasn't the only one who could be stubborn. "Fine," he muttered with playfully narrowed eyes she couldn't see, returning to his own side of the obnoxiously large bed (which meant scooting a good few feet or so) and turning his own back to her.

Vianna's brows furrowed and her jaw dropped slightly as Ferris gave her an equally stubborn 'fine' before leaving her side of the bed and heading over to his own, where the girl could only assume he had turned his back to her as well. It was amazing, really. Here was a couple in their mid-twenties who had been married for four years and already had a growing baby boy back at home, and they were acting like two stubborn hard-headed teenagers who knew not how to be mature about things or act responsibly. They would realize this eventually, but this weekend they were in a sort of spell, a spell that allowed them only to think through the mind of someone a little less than ten years younger than themselves.

Vianna was stubborn. Even if Ferris played along with her game and decided he was going to be stubborn too, the girl wouldn't change her mind. It had started as a sort of game, but now it was a war, and she wasn't going to be the one waving the white flag. Unable to really fall asleep, the girl allowed her blue eyes to open, taking a look at the clock on the bedside table, only to learn it was 11:15. Normally she would've been asleep by then, but she was feeling too energetic tonight, and it was making it difficult for her to just lay there until she could grow bored enough to fall asleep. So she sat up on the bed instead, resting her back on the many pillows, crossing her arms and glancing over to the young man at the other end of the bed. She wanted to crawl up to his side and fall asleep in his arms like she always did, but she was too proud for that tonight. Instead she turned her gaze away and pulled her wand from the bedside table, setting out the fire in the fireplace in the hopes of cooling down the room a bit. She pulled the bedcover off herself then, but left the sheets to cover her from the waist down. Pushing the bedcover off was the wisest move, and she felt a lot more refreshed without it weighing her down and suffocating her. But still she said nothing, and she didn't move from her spot on her side of the bed, absentmindedly beginning to trace invisible patterns on the sheets with the tip of her wand.

OOC: I'm gonna need a couple hours. I need a nap. Bahaha.

When had they become so immature? Ferris didn't really seem to register this at all, his mind back to that set of a seventeen-year-old in a mini-war with his girlfriend. There was no way he was giving in first...despite the fact that he really missed her presence in his arms, seeing her pretty face staring up at him from her place tangled up in the bedsheets. He felt rather ridiculous for missing her so quickly, but it was just like it'd been in the street when they were two feet apart for about a minute; the tiniest of separations felt like miles. And he missed feeling her right in his arms, feeling her fingers in his curls or on his chest, her entire being wrapped up snugly right next to him.

But he didn't budge just yet, allowing the silence to fill the room as he heard the fire sizzle out, feeling a movement on the large mattress somewhere as Vianna sat up against the pillows more. There wasn't a chance in the world that Ferris was falling asleep any time soon; if anything, his body felt energized with this silence, with the knowledge that Vianna was right on the other side of the bed, possibly thinking about him and this war they were having. Could she tell he was thinking about her? Could she feel this sort of pull that he was feeling to be near her side, to pull her cover to him? Maybe so or maybe not, but his mind began to drift to the reasoning behind all of this.

He asked her not to touch him?! What was he, crazy!? Thinking back on his playful comment it'd been incredibly stupid and there was absolutely no reason for him to have said it (though of course he couldn't have known that she'd take it this seriously). But he couldn't just take it back...could he?

ooc: Okay Ruthers, enjoy!

Vianna could not, sadly, read her husband's thoughts. She didn't know what he was thinking about or if he was even awake anymore. His breathing seemed even enough, and for a moment there the girl assumed he had fallen asleep. She cringed slightly to herself. This wasn't how their anniversary was supposed to go! They only had one night to spend in this city, in this luxurious room, and they were wasting it away by ignoring each other's presence and sitting a mile apart. But even with all these realizations dawning on her, Vianna didn't seem to snap out of her sixteen-year-old-girl mindset, and she quickly began to look for faults, placing none on herself, ever the proud one. But after a few long moments of this, she began to doubt. Maybe she shouldn't have taken his request to keep her hands to herself so seriously... She knew he'd been joking, and she had been too at first, but then... Well, she wasn't sure what happened then. She just felt proud. And stubborn, and extremely difficult to work with.

After sitting in the dim lighting of the room (since they hadn't turned off the bedside table lamps yet) for what felt like hours, Vianna turned her gaze back to the clock. 11:30?! It had only been fifteen minutes?! She could've sworn at least a whole hour had passed! At least it felt that way to her, when she had no one to talk with anymore, or anyone's curls to play with, or anyone's neck to tease, or anyone's lips to kiss, or anyone's-- alright, alright, I got it! Vianna frowned slightly. She missed her husband. She missed him a lot. She missed him much more than she should've for someone who was sitting just a few feet away from him, in the same room and in the same bed. Was it even healthy to miss someone like this? She didn't care. Her blue eyes left the sheets she had been absentmindedly scribbling on with her wand (leaving no marks, of course, it was all invisible) and she turned her gaze to the young man on the other side of the bed. He looked peaceful, and he hadn't moved in all this time. Vianna was sure he'd fallen asleep.

Maybe... well, if he was asleep, then maybe he wouldn't notice her getting closer. And then, when they woke up the following morning, she could just say she must've gotten there by accident during her sleep or something, and that way she got to be next to him and keep her pride! It was a silly and very childish plan, but to the girl who wasn't feeling quite mature that day, it sounded ingenious. And so, after a moment of thinking this over, the girl scooted over to Ferris's side as quietly as she could, not wanting to wake him up (still assuming he was deep asleep). Once at his side, she laid down, no longer sitting up and resting her back on the pillows, but she was extremely disappointed that she was left with just the sight of his curly hair and the back of his shirt. She felt tempted to trace her fingers over his back again like she'd done earlier, or to run her hand through his curls the way she so often did, but she knew doing so would wake him up. Maybe he'd turn in his sleep later on and she could see him then.
Vianna felt like a creeper for thinking and acting this way, but she didn't care at this point. She just wanted to be with her husband again - though, still, not wanting to hurt her pride - and sleep at his side. She wasn't very sleepy though, but tried to sleep as she cuddled up beneath the sheets, behind him, and closed her blue eyes.

OOC:

Ferris hadn't been thinking much about what he must've looked like to his wife, hadn't realized that it was quite easy to assume that he'd fallen asleep. His mind was too interested in thinking about her, daydreaming (since he couldn't fall asleep) about her scent and how warm she was, and how good she always felt wrapped up in his arms... Maybe he should...turn around. Would she talk to him? Would she let him slip his arms around her like he so desperately wanted to do? He wasn't sure but he was sure that he was going to have to try; this option of just sitting and staring at the wall on their anniversary was not working out.

And then suddenly, as the silence grew too much for him to bear and he was tempted with the idea of turning around and speaking, he felt the bed move. It was moving, just barely, though nothing was being said and he was sure that it was Vianna moving...closer? And it was then that he felt the warmest of presences curling up right behind him, cuddling up next to him but remaining entirely silent. He froze for a moment, brown eyes widening at this unusual interaction, as just moments before he'd assumed that Vianna would most definitely not be the first to cave. But then the warmest of smiles then crossed his pale features, his entire body relaxing as he felt her presence right near him. He'd missed her; far too much for the few minutes that they'd been sitting in silence, just a few feet from one another. And so, after a few moments of simply relishing in the knowledge that she'd come to join him, the young man very carefully turned around, twisting gently over until he was facing his wife. Ferris beamed at the sight of her, his brown eyes finally able to relish in the sight of her expression, despite the fact that her beautiful blue eyes were closed. He took in every bit of her face, from her soft cheekbones to her little nose, down to those rosy lips he loved more than anything else. The funniest part was that he assumed she was asleep, and he remained completely and totally silent as he admired the sight of the girl as though he hadn't seen her in decades rather than minutes. She was just so beautiful to him...and his arms practically ached in the need to slip around that slender waist, to feel her near to him once more.

She wouldn't...wake up if he did that, would she? If he was really, really careful and gentle she might not really feel him slipping around her, right? He couldn't resist it, even if the answer might be no, and so his large warm hands very gently found the sides of her waist, slipping just barely beneath the hemline of her shirt so he could feel the smooth, tan skin beneath. From there, he very slowly and carefully allowed his arms to fully wrap around her, his hands making their way to the center of her bare back, relishing in the feel of her soft skin beneath his touch. He pulled her very carefully closer to himself, immediately loving the feel of her so near to himself once more, his brown eyes never leaving that beautiful expression he loved so much.

How could he have been so stupid as to just ask her to keep her hands to herself!? All he wanted right now was to feel her hands anywhere on him, to feel her wanting to touch him on his face, on his chest; anywhere, it didn't matter. But she was asleep, that would have to be postponed for now, it would seem.

Despite the fact that Vianna wasn't able to fall asleep, she was very deeply distracted by her daydreaming to notice that the young man before her was moving, turning around and facing her. She was oblivious to this, her crystal blue eyes remaining closed as she saw imaginative scenes instead, just quietly daydreaming about things that made her happy. Her husband being very high up on that list, of course, alongside little Gabe. She remembered the time she'd spent with Ferris that day, how they'd raced and she'd cheated as always, how amusing it had been to see his startled expression when she had begun running before getting to the number three on their countdown. She smiled at this memory, and a very brief, second-long giggle escaped her lips as she remembered the two of them stumbling down onto the ground. She was quick to return to silence, though, not wanting to awake her husband. But the smile remained on her lips as she continued to remember, to admire how wonderful the last few hours had been.

It was then, after a few long moments of this, that the girl felt Ferris's hands come to rest on her waist, something that was so familiar to her that at first she didn't realize it was odd. She cuddled up further, more cozily as Ferris then wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his hands on her back; it was soothing, and it got her smile to widen. These were gestures that she was so used to that they were almost like a second-nature, they didn't surprise her at all. But then she seemed to remember, and her brows furrowed. Wait a minute… Wasn't Ferris supposed to be asleep with his back turned to her? Yeah, he was… So then whose hands are those?!
Vianna's blue eyes fluttered open. At the sight that greeted her, she gave a bit of a startled jump, a brief, second-long shriek escaping her lips as she did so. It wasn't loud, and it wasn't one of fear; it was one of surprise, one of being caught completely off-guard. Ferris was supposed to be sleeping! When did he wake up?! Vianna's cheeks turned a nice shade of pink as she realized she had been caught, she had been the one to give in first in this little war of theirs, and she had officially come off as the loser, her pride shattered.

But at this point, Vianna didn't care about any of that. She had no pride anymore, she wasn't feeling stubborn or hard-headed. She just wanted her husband back. She wanted to remain curled up in the sheets like this, beside him, relishing in his presence so near her, in the way his brown eyes watched her so lovingly. She didn't want to pull herself away from that anymore; it had been a stupid move and she wasn't going to make the same mistake again.
And so, without a word, after a couple moments of just staring at her husband with a startled expression, Vianna leaned in without hesitation, almost even hungrily, and pressed her lips again his own.

OOC: I'm gonna need half an hour or so Deee!

Ferris's brown eyes were sparkling at the sight of her cuddling up closer to him once his arms had wrapped around her waist, loving the proximity he'd missed so much over the past few minutes. He remained silent though, his brown eyes merely sparkling as she cozied up next to him, loving how sweet she was, how wonderful she felt right at his side once more. And just as he was scanning her expression, his thumb absentmindedly stroking her smooth skin, her blue eyes opened. Easily, as though she hadn't been deep asleep as he'd assumed minutes ago when he turned around to see her blue eyes closed. Ferris jumped at the sight of her eyes suddenly opening, his comfortable peace interrupted as he quickly realized that his wife hadn't been asleep afterall, and obviously his presence came as a surprise to her as well as just a moment later she let out a tiny little shriek. Had she thought he was asleep or something?! How could she possibly not register that it was him wrapping his arms around her? He merely stared at her in shock for a half moment before the softest of smiles fell onto his expression, registering that pink colour falling into her cheeks and the fact that those blue eyes were once more on display for him to admire.

And before he could do it himself, before any real words could be said, she'd leaned in through the space between them and planted her lips on his own in a way that merely inspired him to return it with just as much enthusiasm, if not more. He didn't know he could miss her lips as much as he had, his arms becoming a bit more snug around her as he pulled her right up against his broad chest, kissing her with all of the loving in the world behind his gesture. He wanted her lips and her waist and her everything as close as he could get it, unable to help this sudden craving running through his veins, filling him up and inspiring him to deepen their kiss as lovingly as he could.

ooc: Kk

Vianna was pleased with Ferris's response. She was glad he hadn't pulled back, glad he hadn't found it necessary to rub it in her face that she had given in first (not yet, anyway), and glad that he was showing this gesture as much enthusiasm as she was. Her lips curved into a smile beneath his own as he pulled her closer, breaking any space that might have been between them. She was glad, though, as she wanted him closer as well, wanted nothing to stand between them as they shared the most loving and electric of kisses, one that showed just how much they had missed each other, how much they wanted nothing more than to be close to each other again. It was great that the feeling was mutual, that they both felt the exact same way. It had been a while since they'd last shared a kiss like this, one where they were both completely and entirely on the same page. Vianna took advantage of the situation and took this opportunity to catch up on the things she'd been wanting to do all this time, besides just kissing him, and she did so by allowing her right hand to meet the side of his face lovingly before it slowly made its way around his neck and then into those soft, brown curls she loved so much, relishing in the feel of their texture running through her fingers as her lips continued to work on his own.

Ferris let out what must've been a sort of groan from beneath her lips as he felt her hand running up the side of his pale face before it slowly made its way back to his curls, her fingers immediately beginning to weave through his brown hair. He loved that, and he'd quite obviously missed it a lot more than even he had noticed, pulling her even closer as his mind fell into a world of bliss. He could've been kissing her for minutes or hours, he wasn't quite sure, but all he knew was the extreme relief that came with finding her lips on his own once more after what felt like eternities apart.

When it finally came to the point where his lungs were threatening to explode, the young man very reluctantly broke away from his wife's lips, allowing his brown eyes to flutter open and sparkle at the sight that greeted him. There she was. There was that face that he loved more than anything else on the planet, and he couldn't help but beam at her shamelessly, unable to focus on anything else for the first few moments. But when he was able to tear his sparkling gaze away from Vianna, he glanced down only to realize that he was pretty much intwined with her completely. He'd pulled her so close that she was practically on top of him as he rested on his back, one of his hands still resting on her bare back while his other had pulled her leg over the both of them without thinking about it. He let out a soft chuckle at this before returning his sparkling brown eyes to the girl before him, flashing her the warmest of smiles, "I missed you."

Vianna seemed completely dazed by the time the addictive kiss she had been sharing with her husband came to an end. Her blue eyes were a moment delayed in fluttering open, and her lips were parted slightly even after the young man had pulled away. But when the girl opened her eyes, they were sparkling brightly with a sort of daze in them, and her lips curved into the most joyous of smiles. It felt great to have him back. The girl hadn't really even noticed their change in position, all she seemed to notice at that moment was the young man before her, his brown eyes, his curly hair, the dimples that made an appearance as he smiled at her, the way his lips seemed to taunt her as he spoke, sharing he missed her. Vianna pecked his lips gently then, and pulled back with a smile. "I missed you more," she replied, the pure joy and loving and happiness radiating from her smile and sparkling blue eyes.

OOC: Give me thirty minutes or so!

Ferris couldn't help but feel his heart swell as Vianna spoke, informing him that she'd missed him more, something he narrowed his eyes playfully at, silently reprimanding her for making it seem as though she could possibly ever miss him more than he'd missed her. He returned the peck kiss she placed on his lips lovingly, relishing in the feel of her lips on his own even for the shortest of moments. But he didn't say anything, his dark brown eyes sparkling at the sight of her so near to himself, at the sight of those blue eyes sparkling at him in that way that made him feel like the luckiest guy on the planet. He studied her shamelessly, the warmest of smiles on his pale expression as he took in the sight of those eyes, that little adorable nose, those sweet rosy red lips, smooth and perfectly shaped. "You don't know how nice it was to feel you cuddling up next to me..." he admitted softly to her with a sweet smile, leaning his forehead against her own as the thumb of the hand on her knee gently stroked her smooth skin absentmindedly.

ooc: ok

Vianna gave a light, brief giggle as Ferris narrowed his brown eyes at her, a sign that she understood perfectly well. But she said nothing, allowing a comfortable silence to fall between the two of them, a silence in which they quietly admired each other's features, realizing at that moment how much they had really missed each other. It felt wonderful to be back at his side, in his arms, placing kisses on his lips. The girl's smile was brighter than ever before. It was then that Ferris spoke, breaking their silence to share with the girl that she had no idea how nice it had felt when she cuddled up next to him. At this, Vianna's cheeks grew pink once again, obviously still a little embarrassed that Ferris hadn't really been asleep and had been aware, all along, of her presence there. "I thought you were asleep," she confessed softly, her smile growing a bit smaller and turning sheepish. "I was scared half to death when I opened my eyes and saw you there," she added with a soft chuckle, her blue eyes long having left his own brown ones, absentmindedly examining the fabric of his t-shirt instead. "But, even so... I'm glad you were up," she admitted, returning her blue eyes to him, her cheeks still pink and her features still a little sheepish. But there was honesty in her voice, and after a moment of just admiring the sight before her, the girl lowered her head, so that it was now resting on his chest, using it as a pillow.

Ferris couldn't help but shamelessly admire the sight of Vianna's cheeks going a beautiful shade of pink (his favourite), feeling his heart warm up and go fuzzy as she admitted that she'd thought he was asleep. He flashed her a warm smile, listening as she explained that she was scared half to death when she opened her eyes and he'd been there, though she was glad he was up. "I didn't mean to scare you," he admitted softly with a soft smile, dimples coming out of hiding at the sight of her sheepish features. "But you don't known how cute I think it is, how nice it was to feel you coming over to join me..." he confessed himself, planting the warmest of kisses to her pink cheek lovingly. It was then that his expression turned a little more teasing, playful as he gave a soft chuckle, "Did you miss your Professor?" he teased, pulling her closely as he pecked her jaw and her neck. "Did you cave first because you really, really missed him?"

Vianna smiled and gave a brief, understanding nod as Ferris assured her that he hadn't meant to scare her. She listened quietly as he then shared with her that he found it cute and nice when she came over to join him, a confession which got the girl's smile to widen and some of her sheepishness to fade away. She lifted her head from his chest then, so she could meet his eyes, and it was clear from her expression that she felt better knowing that he'd actually liked that (even if she thought she had been a creeper), and it washed some of her embarrassment away. However, it wasn't long until Ferris began teasing her, asking teasingly if she had missed him, if she had given in first because she really missed him, and a bit of the earlier embarrassment returned to the girl's features as her cheeks began to turn pink again, though there was a bit of indignation mixed on her expression as well as her brows furrowed. "I was... being mature," she said in her defense, coming up with that excuse right then and there. Of course, if there was one thing that she and Ferris most certainly were not this day, was mature. So Vianna felt she would feel better if she gave herself the title of the mature adult in the relationship, leaving Ferris to look like the immature childish one (even though, ironically enough, she had been the one to start this whole war with her own immaturity).

Ferris's jaw dropped playfully as Vianna decided that she was just being mature when she came over to cuddle with him, the first to give in. "Hardly," he grumbled playfully, pulling her closer and pecking her jawline sweetly. "I think you just couldn't stay away from your Professor for longer than a few minutes," he teased her, pulling her waist closer to himself, her leg coming to wrap around his waist as he started to plant loving kisses all over her neck, teasing her. "I think you just wanted to come cuddle your Professor and you couldn't stand not caving first," he grumbled to her ear playfully, obviously just teasing her with the warmest of smiles.

Against her will, Vianna giggled as Ferris began to place playful kisses on her jawline, though she was not at all amused by the words leaving his lips as he spoke, deciding that she just couldn't stay away from him longer than a few minutes, that he believed she wanted to cuddle with him and couldn't stand not giving in first. "That's not true!" the girl denied immediately, trying her best not to grow distracted by the kisses he was leaving behind on her neck (on which all the hickeys could now be seen clearly, though they still had more darkening to do for the next few hours). "I told you - I was being mature. You're just upset your wife's more mature than you, Professor," said Vianna determinedly, without a trace of doubt in her voice.

"Mature?!" he repeated with wide brown eyes, his lips releasing her from his tickling kisses as he looked over at her, grinning. "You thought I was asleep!" he reminded her teasingly, pulling her closer as he planted a loving kiss to her cheek. "You thought I was asleep and you came over anyway, just to be near your Professor," he explained to her as though she was unaware of her own intentions, his brown eyes sparkling teasingly at her as he held her comfortably. "Just admit it gem, you missed your Professor and you caved first because you wanted to come cuddle and get kisses," he teased, dimples coming out of hiding as he admired the sight of her, clear in his gaze that he didn't mean this in an insulting way, that his teasing was light and not meant to offend her.

Vianna giggled lightly at that expression of amused incredulity that took over her husband's handsome features, listening as he explained that she had been thinking he was asleep, that she just wanted to come over to be near him and cuddle and get kisses. It was now Vianna who looked incredulous, her jaw dropping as she gasped with mock shock and surprise, but as he then asked her to admit to all of this, the girl replied stubbornly, "Never!" she replied simply, a few giggles still escaping her lips. "I'll never admit to that; you can't make me!" And as if to prove her point, Vianna rolled off him at that moment and left a short distance of about a foot between them. She didn't do it with the intention of being away from him necessarily, but more in a way to prove that he couldn't get her to admit to anything with his teasing kisses and gestures, that she could easily run away and keep her word if she wanted to.

Ferris let out a hearty chuckle as Vianna merely gave him a 'never!' as he asked her to admit that she'd just wanted to come cuddle and gather kisses from him, suddenly rolling off of him as though to prove that she could keep her silence. "VI!" he complained with a string of soft chuckles, immediately following after her and stealing her as a whole, picking her up under her knees and behind her back, pulling her on top of him in a swift second and letting out a laugh at the ungraceful results of her simply toppling onto his chest. "Admit it!" he commanded playfully as he struggled to get her in his grasp once more, his arm trying to find that spot behind her knees to hold her to himself, having trouble with this task as he let out a string of chuckles. But he was being gentle with her, careful not to pull her down to roughly or anything of the sort.

Vianna fell into a fit of giggles as, just a moment after she'd moved away, Ferris kidnapped her back to his side again, rather ungracefully as he ended up just toppling her onto his chest. As he ordered her to admit to his earlier statements, Vianna shook her head stubbornly. "No!" She wasn't making it any easier for him to properly get ahold of her either, as she continued squirming and moving until she got away, quickly crawling away from his side. She sat up and grabbed the nearest pillow, pulling it to her side with both hands and then swinging it forward quickly, hitting Ferris right in the head with it. She giggled lightly to herself, quite pleased with the way she managed to get away and attack her husband, proving once again that he couldn't get her to admit anything.