"You're so soft." Kiss.

She tilts her head to meet his lips, making a happy little noise as she does so.

So soft and cozy and good!!!

She is all those things.

Eventually she says: "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."

"Yeah, me too." Nuzzle.

Nuzzle. "It might even be worth interrupting the coziness over."

"Or I could just cheat with magic because I'm lazy and comfortable."

She giggles. "Yes, that's also a possibility."

He kisses her.

Shaped air picks up a small table and pulls it closer to the couch; the wooden surface sprouts a shimmering curtain of flame, and when the flames die down a few seconds later, the table is unharmed but there's a loaf of fresh bread on top. He flicks his fingers at it and it falls apart into slices.

"Ooh, that is some nice cheating," she murmurs against his lips.

Kiss. "Mmhm."

"It seems," kiss, "like it might be difficult," kiss, "to kiss you and eat at the same time."

"Oh, probably." Kiss.

She grabs a slice of bread, eats it, and then goes back to kissing him.

Oh that's a good plan.

Mmm yes.

She winds her arms around his neck and slowly rolls her hips against his.

This is going to be such an inefficient way to end up having sex in every room of his house, but on the other hand, mmmm.

They can have sex in every room of his house later. For now, mmmmm.

Mmmmmmm she's so good. Best prettiest softest coziest.

He has successfully rendered her insufficiently coherent to list qualities that he has the most of like that.

Oh good! He's so proud!

She comes with her head thrown back and blood trickling across her skin from the place where his teeth are buried in her flesh.

Mmmmmmmm yes perfect.

And now he is starting to feel like there is not enough space on this couch to snuggle the way he would like to snuggle. Clearly the solution is to scoop her up and carry her somewhere that more closely resembles a bed.

She gives a startled yelp and then giggles delightedly, kicking her feet in the air.

Flomp! Snuggle!