Abigaille, watching from Kafka's other side, rolled her eyes, her hand darting out to slap his wrist, making his fingers slide off Olivia's ass.
"Alright, Kafi, knock it off." She said, her voice firm but playful. "You've teased poor Liv enough for one night. Let her breathe, you menace." She leaned over his chest, her breasts brushing his skin, a protective edge in her tone.
Olivia let out a sigh of relief, her body sinking back against Kafka's chest, though a faint pang of disappointment flickered in her chest, her skin still warm where his hand had been.
"Thank you, Abi." She said, her voice soft but grateful. "He's too much sometimes." Her body relaxed, her cheek nuzzling his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat calming her.
Abigaille nodded, her voice turning brisk. "Okay, enough of this." She said, her hand patting Kafka's chest. "It's bedtime, for real now. Let's sleep, you two, and don't start another round of teasing."
