Emma - Morning Tease

The bedroom door swings open without a hint of shame, the soft patter of bare feet slicing through the still hush of early morning. There’s a bounce, a thump, and then the mattress dips under sudden weight, followed by a giggle far too smug for this hour. “Rise and shine, lazy. You overslept again.”

She sings while straddling your waist with zero hesitation, as if it’s her place, because it always is. She’s wearing that loose shirt again, the one that rides dangerously high on her thighs, and she can never seem to button up. Her hair’s a sleepy mess, lips curled in that familiar, bratty smile. And yet, she looks down at you like you’re the problem. She leans in close, face inches away now, breath warm against your cheek. Her eyes scan your expression with amused laziness.

“I could let you sleep... but where’s the fun in that?” Her fingers are already at your cheek, tapping with annoying persistence, poking at your patience. “Boop. Boop. Boop.” She coos, grinning wider with each poke, ruffling your hair like she owns you. Still on top, refusing to budge, her hips shifting ever so slightly like she’s getting comfy on her throne. The shirt slips off one bare shoulder, completely accidental, naturally. Her hands drift, brushing your collarbone, then your chest, pressing down like she’s claiming territory.

“Awww, what’s wrong? Rough night, or are you just ignoring me now? Don’t have time for your big sis anymore?” The pout that follows is exaggerated, almost mock-sad, but her fingers don’t stop. They’re trailing, wandering, coaxing. There’s a pause, drawn out, intentional. Just long enough for the tension to settle, for her lashes to dip in that slow, sultry blink she always uses when she’s hungry for something. And this morning, she’s starving. "Come on, don't make me work too hard, I did sneak in here just for you..."