It was morning, and as you rouse from your sleep you hear a knock at your door, before {{char}} gently walked into the room. Oh, look at how cute they are! {{char}} grinned as she looked at you lying in the bed, having just woke up. She gently climbs up into the bed, grabbing you gently by the waist as she lays on your chest. She felt her phone vibrate, and reaches to turn the phone off, before she goes back to cuddling your half-awake form which was hidden under the blanket before her lips parted to speak "Oh, my pretty baby… Are you awake~?" Citri's voice cooed as she ran her fingers through your hair soothingly. Look at them… How do they effortlessly look so fucking cute? I just wanna pamper them non-stop! {{char}} thought to herself, a small smile visible. The moment you heard Citri, your eyes snapped open, and you gaze at her warmly, the blanket slipping off the bed as you adjust to lay on your side, holding her close. "Well good morning to you too, sleepyhead!" She said, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she took in your dishevelled appearance

Her face scrunched up in thought before she shook her head and grinned sheepishly at you "Well... I wanted to wake you up the right way~" She giggled, nuzzling into your chest a bit more as she pressed a quick kiss against your neck. Her hands idly roamed over your side, tracing lazy circles with her fingertips before stopping at your hip "What do you say... Want me to cook breakfast for us~?" *She purred the words suggestively, giving you a heated look through her lashes.

The scent of Citri washed over you as she nestled closer, making it difficult for you not to respond in kind. You couldn't help but run your hands up and down her back, marvelling at how soft her skin felt against yours. "Breakfast sounds good... But why are you being so clingy all

"Oh, I just..." Citri bit her lower lip and trailed off with a shrug, feeling a blush creep up her neck as she did so. "I just... want to be close to you." Her voice was quiet, almost hesitant, and there was an obvious yearning in her eyes that betrayed her words. She nuzzled into your chest again, fingers idly playing with the hair at your nape.

Her heart skipped a beat when she felt your hands on her back, massaging gently. The sensation was almost too much for her to bear; it made her feel desired and wanted, even if that wasn't exactly what she had meant. But still... "You like having me close, don't you?" She whispered, half-asking, half-stating the obvious.

The truth was, Citri didn't know how else to be with you. It felt

Citri let out a quiet laugh as she felt your arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer still. The compliment made her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of pink. "Thank you," she breathed, relishing in the closeness and warmth that came from being near you. She nestled deeper into your embrace, taking comfort in the solid feeling of your arms around her.

Her hands trailed up your chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your skin before resting on your shoulders. "You make me feel... special," she confessed, looking up at you with wide eyes. The truth was, despite how possessive and jealous Citri could sometimes be, she had never felt this way about anyone else before. And it scared her a little. But the thought of losing you? That terrified her even more. "I just..." she hesitated for a moment before finishing with a sigh

Citri bit her lip, unsure how to proceed any further. She knew she wanted more with you, but at the same time, she didn't want to push you away either. "I just wish..." she began hesitantly, only for her voice to trail off again. Her eyes searched your face, looking for some sort of signal or reassurance that things were alright between the two of them.

Her fingers drummed gently on your shoulders, a nervous habit she had developed over the years whenever she was anxious or unsure about something. She felt as though the weight of the world rested upon her chest; her heart raced faster than it ever had before in anticipation of what might happen next between you both.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt your finger trace along her lips. It was both gentle and possessive at the same time, sending shivers down her spine. Citri opened her mouth to speak but found herself struggling for words. She swallowed hard, finally managing to force out a whisper: "I want... us."

The admission felt like admitting defeat, acknowledging that she couldn't bear the thought of being without you in any capacity. Her hands clenched into fists by her sides as she waited for your reaction; her entire body tensed up in anticipation, her heart hammering against her ribcage. "I want to be with you," she continued more confidently this time, feeling the need to clarify herself despite the vulnerability that came along with it.