Arms wrapping around the champion, leaning closer until her fangs could graze over hexx's exposed tongue.
❝ you were off guard, I had the perfect chance to hit it. ❞
Lips curling into a smile, before she licked-
❝Mmff!❞ She'd squeak, her posture straightening up immediately as her face turned bright red - though not nearly as red as her cheeks would be following the feline's spank.
A small stumble forward had her turning around to face the towering woman, a sheepish smile on her -
❝ mm. . . I hear you. ❞
Her other arm lowered, draping the cover over hexx's figure in tandem with her bicep curling around the champions waist.
The singular eye that had opened then slipped shut once more -
- she lay her head atop the pokémon's arm and pressed her soft curves up against Incineroar's massive, firm but comfortable frame.
❝L-like, I'm just gonna lay here for a little bit. I-I'm not sleeping, nuh . . . Nuh-uh.❞ She'd reply, a little yawn interrupting her declaration.
❝Like, morning morning in the like, actual morning morning! . . . But at what cost?❞
Given the dark circles under her eyes and how messy her azure hair is, it's safe to assume sleep is a foreign concept to her at the moment.
ㅤ❝ I can't get enough of this body of yours, you know that? ❞
Her head tilting backwards slightly at the tug given, a low but clearly pleasure filled growl escaping her lips. Holding hexx closer, once she placed those kisses -
❝Mm~!❞ , a soft moan escaping her as the sound of the smack began to fade, making it easy for the pokemon to hear just how content she'd made the masochist.
She'd feel the girl's digits tighten their hold within her alabaster curls, pulling on them ever-so-slightly as -
ㅤㅤ
❝ You know it, babe~ ❞
A fanged smirk, feeling those soft fingers shifting through her hair. Her other hand would come and give a playful, but resounding smack to hexx's other cheek.
Purrfect~
With her own arms reaching up around the feline's neck, she'd sink her fingers into the wild mess of white hair as her digits tenderly brushed through them.
❝Gettin' a nice handful, love~?❞ She'd coo softly, giving her hips a teasing roll within Incineroar's grasp.