"Snuggling me while reading a book is doing something with me!"

Oh. That is true. And sounds nice, actually. "Do you also want something to read, then?" he asks, so it's fair. (Though the fact that it doesn't have to be fair does percolate gently in his mind.) 

"I have neglected to bring one and also snuggling you while you read sounds very cozy."

Dang. "I could, um, bring you your phone if that'd work," he says, a question in his voice. "Or, I guess have you go get it," he adds, after a moment's reflection. 

"You certainly could!" She kisses him on the cheek.

Well, okay then. He smiles back at her, and does his best to release her from his arms, so she can get when she wants to (which she's about to do). "Go get me my book, and you your phone," he orders, smiling to himself at the sensation of the command taking force. "Oh and get me mine, so I have it on hand," he adds. (It's really hot to be able to order her around like this. He feels himself stiffen a little at having just done so.) 

"Yes Master," she says happily, scooting out of bed and going to fetch things.

John watches her go. (And maybe possibly stares at her naked ass while she walks. He really enjoys looking at her naked body, especially since (in a sense) it's his naked body now.)

Her naked body does indeed belong to him and this is indeed very good.

Soon enough she returns with objects. Phones on the nightstand, book into John's hands?

Works for him! Now he just needs to figure out how to snuggle into Rosy in some sensible fashion so he's comfortable and she's comfortable and he can read and she can reach her phone if she wants it. (That's a lot more parameters than he thought. This still shouldn't be too bad to figure out, right?)

What if she simply snuggles up to him without her phone, though? What if that?

That's fine, of course, but the whole point of getting her phone was so she can pick it up if she gets bored. Can she get to her phone if she wants it? 

It's right there on the nightstand, not far away at all. Also she's very cozy.

Well, that's probably fine then? That's probably fine. Rosy is good at speaking up when she wants things, unlike nearly everyone else. She'll probably say something if she gets bored. 

John takes out the bookmark, puts it on the night table, and snuggles up into his Rosy, doing his best to focus on the last several chapters of Ender's Game rather than on anything else he might be worried about. (This is something he's pretty practiced at, and manages it rather easily. Plus having Rosy cuddled up to him helps.)

Cozy Rosy snuggled up with her beloved master all comfy and warm.

Back to reading about Ender committing genocide (or xenocide actually, that's what the later book is called, he's read that too) via remote control without even realizing that's what he's doing, and having a very hard time about it. (Which is more than bit out of place emotionally with his surroundings, but he's never had trouble compartmentalizing what's in books, so that's not a problem.) So John reads, and is mostly enraptured, though he does keep checking on Rosy with his awareness to make sure she's okay. (Her warm body against his feels nice, also.) 

Rosy remains cozy.

Okay, well, if she's fine with that, then so is John, right? (Well, mostly.) He keeps reading. 

It turns out reading, in bed (which is a thing he usually does before going to sleep), snuggled up with a cute naked girl (who is also his slave) is kindof soporific. Or at least, John is starting to fall asleep on her. He probably should keep that to himself, though? Like, he shouldn't fall asleep here like this, right? Right? He's not sure why, but he's pretty sure he shouldn't. Even though it would be so soft and cozy and she loves him so much and she's warm and hot and cozy and it's getting hard to keep his eyes open. 

Her comfy snuggles are probably not helping with this situation, are they.

They are not, but John certainly isn't about to complain. Not in the slightest. No he... 

He um...

He...

Fuck he's falling asleep.

The book falls out of his hands. It's a struggle to keep his eyes open. John is having trouble thinking of why eyes open is good. Eyes closed seems better. 

He's so cute...

Rosy is pretty content to keep snuggling while he dozes, though she does make sure to bookmark his page and get the book safely onto the nightstand.

He's still got the feeling that he shouldn't be falling asleep, so he only dozes for a few minutes before jerking awake with a start. "Fuck," he says, eyes still only half-open, and starts feeling around for the book. Did he lose his place? (More importantly, he's neglecting Rosy, even if her arms still feel warm and loving and cozy and no he should be awake). "Sorry," he adds, still clearly bleary. 

"What? Why? —I rescued the book, don't worry."

"Should.,.. should be doing things with you," John says, trying to shake off the tiredness. He winces at how dumb he sounds at the moment. 

"Does napping adorably on me not count?"