hybriistophiliac:

Send “You are really warm..” for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly crawling over them and laying on my muse, while my muse happened to be lying on their back.

Morgan makes  a  melodramatic  ’oof’  noise at the sudden weight, 
peaking over the top of her book, a collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s 
short  stories,  to  send  him  an  annoyed  look, but  she  ends  up
giggling and the glare comes off much  more  fond  than  she  had
meant for it to originally.

          ❝ I won’t be if you leach all my body heat away… ❞

She lifts her book back  up  so  that  it  covers her face,  squirming
around for a moment. She goes back to reading for  a  second,  but
then drops her book again.

          ❝ Oh, and I’m warm because I’ve got a fever. And
                  it’s catching. Sorry ‘bout it.         I’m kidding. ❞