Lemon pulled the fuzzy blanket a little higher over their shoulders, then let her hand slide under it and wrapped her arm around Indigo's waist. The other was below Lemon's body as she laid on her side, the hand resting on Indigo's hips. "Are you sure you're comfortable?"
One arm bent to have her hand under her cheek, Indigo let the other rest over Lemon's, sliding their fingers together. "I'm sure, Lem'," she said, in a tired but affectionate tone. "Are you sure you're comfortable? You're the one sandwiched between my back and the rest of the couch."
"Implying I could ever be uncomfortable in a situation that involves being sandwiched between you and something else." Lemon leaned a little forward and gave a playful bite to Indigo's ear.
Indigo rolled her eyes. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"
"Especially if it involves being naked," Lemon continued.
"We wouldn't need this blanket if you'd just let us get dressed again, you know?"
"Yeah," Lemon replied. She pushed herself forward until her chest was pressed against Indigo's back. "Don't pretend you don't like it."
Indigo was silent for a moment. "Shut up."
Lemon chuckled. "We still haven't done it on the other side of the portal."
Indigo blinked. "Do you want to do it on the other side of the portal?"
"You know it's me you're talking to, right?"
"Yeah. Point taken." Indigo silently pondered her life choices for a few seconds. "I feel like it would be awkward."
"Probably, but I wanna see what feathers can do."
"We can just buy some feathers."
"Not the same."
"You could fuck a bird."
"Find me a bird half as pretty as you and I'll consider it." Lemon rocked herself and Indigo back and forth. "I'm sure you're curious what a horse's tongue is like, anyway."