Next Morning?

Lillian's face contorted as she felt something on her chest, squeezing it.

Her eyes fluttered awake groggily. She then gave a low yawn before glancing around.

She tried to turn her head left but found it to be stuck on something. She drifted her eyes down and saw the side of a familiar face.

Lillian gave a shaky, wry smile, 'She's still buried in my neck...' she sighed, shuffling a bit under her before stiffening.

She shivered as she felt Marionette's breath brushing against her neck. Her body tensed once she felt her move closer into the crook of her neck.

Lillian stared down at her with a defeated smile before staring at her right arm to find it free.

She ran her fingers through Marionette's long, silky black hair before stroking her head.

This seemed to elicit a satisfied moan from her as she buried even further into her neck, seeking more warmth.