seven parts of me [on hold]

exclusively mine

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ok so haha, idk what to name this chapter bc i have tons of ideas that would be cute, so please vote for one of the three below! (after you read the chapter of course!)

'mine'
'my personal powerpuff'
'you're cute'

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I woke up to the feeling of pointed felt tracing my legs.

I groaned into the pillow that I had wrapped around my torso, refusing to open my eyes just yet. This bed was like a godamn cloud, except I don't know if clouds are warm, because if not this was nothing like a cloud because it was nice and toasty. It smelled glorious, too, like spices and niceness. I giggled at the new realization that had formed in my mind.

"River," I sniggered to myself. He responded, 'what?' "I know what you're made of!" I finally opened my eyes to see River, who was now hovering over me with an adorable confused expression with amusement laced into it.

"What am I made of, Van?" he grinned.

"Sugar and spice, and everything nice!" I cheered, giggling myself mad. I couldn't take a look at River without letting small fits of laughs out. "You're practically a Powerpuff!"

River finally got my joke, which caused him to groan and roll over onto the over side of the bed while I howled with laughter.

"So Bubbles, how are you this fine morning?" I teased through my borderline hysterics. River scowled at my hilarious jokes, and it only fueled my amusement.

"Oh you're looking angry," I said, noting his frown. "I guess you're more of a Buttercup." That was when I cooed, and pinched his cheek, and his cheeks flushed.

"Aww," I mumbled happily, "you're pink! Blossom! I knew you were a Powerpuff!"

River pulled my hand away, his face going even more red than it already was. I wanted to kiss him all over. He was a like a cute, little kid. I reached over to ruffle his hair, but he didn't seem to take that well, I discovered when his own fingers wrapped around my wrist, and he flipped himself over to straddle me. I let out a high yelp, which made him smile.

"Van," he whispered, coming close to my mouth. His eyes were trained on mine, a small, definitive smirk lining his lips. Lips I wanted to kiss. All. The. Damn. Time.

Fuck.

River didn't say anything, but his head dipped to my chin, where the tip of his nose traced to my the tip of my ear. He began biting lightly on my earlobe, generating a throaty groan from me. This induced River's chuckles at my expense.

I should write a book. It would be called, "Tips on How to Fully Embarrass Yourself," by Vanity Faith, subtitled, "While Still Simultaniously Being Kissed." Alternate title being: "Miracles."

If I slapped a photo of River on the cover as proof, I'd make millions.

"River," I whined, as his mouth teased mine, coming close, painfully in reach, then darting away. "Stop being such a damn tease."

"What was that, Buttercup?" he sang, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. Instead of kissing me, like I had tried to ask, he slid down to the side of me, hitching his leg over my torso, and snuggling into me.

"You're the Powerpuff," I muttered. River poked me in the side, effectively making me squeal, just how he knew it would. River was a child, honest, and he loved to play kid games, which included teasing, checkers, and tickling.