Munch. Munch. Munch.
In the bedroom without light, Lillian remained on the bed, having finally been released from the thick cocoon of bandages she was trapped in. She had a small look of astonishment in her eyes, not because she had been unwrapped, but because of the 40-inch screen seated at the end of the bed - flashing with adrenaline-inducing scenes.
Lillian, who was now dressed in white silk pyjamas, looked to her left - finding Marionette snuggled up into her side under the blanket, happily enjoying a bucket of popcorn.
Every now and then, Marionette would scoot closer to Lillian's body, trying to eliminate any air gaps between them.
Marionette enjoyed when their body rubbed against each other, allowing her to feel the warmth from her girlfriend's body, along with...
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Enjoying the head pats she received.
