It turns out that Rosy's floss container matches the sparkly blue of her toothbrush handle.

...do they sell them that way? Did she decorate it herself? John is pretty sure that they sell toothbrushes that way (though, probably just for little kids, not teenagers, now that he thinks of it, not that he's going to think any less of Rosy for using a little kid's toothbrush just because it's pretty), but he doesn't think he's seen floss come that way. John peers a little closer at the container, to see if he can determine its origin. 

It appears to be factory-made and commercially purchased!

"?", says Rosy, around a mouthful of floss and fingers.

John spits. "I was just curious where you got a floss container like that," he says. (Does it look like it's marketed to little kids? Not that it matters, of course.) 

"I have a keen eye for the whimsical."

If it's marketed to little kids, it's not obvious about it, beyond being sparkly and blue.

Huh. Well, good. Not that it really matters, but, good. (Unexpected, though.)

"You really do," John agrees. Finished with his teeth, he waits for Rosy to finish. (He may take a moment to look up and down her naked body. It's hot that she has to be naked like this. (He's not exactly dressed for the most part at the moment, but still.) He considers copping a feel, but it's probably better to not distract her when she's doing things with her teeth.)

She finishes flossing, throws out her floss, rinses her mouth, puts everything away, and turns to give John a cozy hug and a kiss.

John grins, kisses back (minty!), and takes the opportunity to reach behind her and grope her bare ass (since it was a bad idea before). He's not fully sure if it's okay to do, but he's pretty sure. And she does belong to him. (He really wishes he wasn't so self-conscious about this sometimes.) 

Rosy responds to this overture with a happy sound and a nuzzle.

(Fuck she's so cute.) He uses her butt to pull her in even closer, kisses her neck (or clavicle, whatever, close enough), and then lets her go (a bit regretfully) and says. "I um, usually go to the bathroom before I go to bed. Do you also? Do you want to go first?"

"Yes, me too. You can go first if you want."

John dithers, unsure what the polite (and least awkward) thing to do here is. (He did offer, but now so did she. And she did it most recently. But he doesn't want to block her.)

"I can go first," he says, after a long moment. "I'll be quick."

She kisses him on the cheek.

John grins back at her, and closes the door behind her as she leaves, quickly pees, washes his hands, and opens the door to let a (he assumes) waiting Rosy inside. 

She is indeed! She kisses him on the cheek again as she slips past him into the bathroom.

Well, while he's waiting for her to be done, John can head back into the bedroom, and crawl into bed. It's really comfortable in there, under the sheets and blankets. 

When she comes traipsing in a few minutes later, will she find him awake to say goodnight to?

He's picked up his book to read (thanks for rebookmarking, Rosy), and isn't snuggled up with someone warm and comforting (and hot), so... not quite yet. He's wearing his shirt and boxers (though he feels weird about that because he's making Rosy wear nothing but this is how he's used to sleeping). 

He picks up his head when she comes back in. "Hey," he says, unsure what he's supposed to do or say here (and feeling slightly awkward about it).

"Hi! You look so cozy. I must snuggle you immediately," she says, climbing into bed.

John cleverly puts his bookmark back in his book himself this time, and puts the book on the night table, before he can be wrapped in cozy (and sexy) naked Rosy, then lets himself be snuggled, grinning. 

"So cozy," she reiterates, wiggling in under the blanket and nestling her head on his shoulder.

John grins, wraps an arm (the one with the shoulder with the head on it) around her as best he can, and nuzzles her a little with his head to show affection. "Cozy," he agrees. 

"Love you," she says sleepily. "Goodnight."

The lights dim slowly to darkness.

John is confused for a moment how the lights are going out because she didn't touch anything that he can see (and also what kind of light switches can recognize words is that a thing) but then he remembers. Magic. The house can hear her and stuff. Right. "I'm glad," he adds, once he's realized what she said, because it would be bad to not follow up her "I love you." 

In theory John has a bunch to think about while lying in bed trying to sleep. About Rosy and how she's his now. The hot things they did. The hot things they're probably going to do. How she's his responsibility and he needs to be careful. Stuff like that. 

In practice, he's cozied up with a hot girl and under warm blankets and feels very safe and comfortable... so he's out in less than two minutes. 

Rosy wakes first in the morning, but she doesn't feel the need to go anywhere. Being snuggled up next to John is comfy and nice. She can wait until he wakes up, and be sleepy and warm in the meantime.