<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/kra3ixjup/Young_Silky_Cln.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>St. Cloud, Minnesota | His Apartment | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><em>What's his game?</em><br/><hr/><br/>Silky followed the snores over to the couch, where she put her hands on her hips and looked down on Wyatt's sleeping form with an expression of consternation.<em>'Well, it seems pretty unlikely he called the feds on me at least.'</em>she thought to herself with a little relief. She peered around his tiny apartment until she spotted the bed. "Aha!" she exclaimed softly upon sighting it. Silky crept towards it, rubbing her arms to keep out the cold. She pulled back the covers to make sure he hadn't left anything weird in there, then slipped into the bed, groaning quietly at the luxurious feeling of actually being in a bed for the first time in days.<br/><br/>She lay still for a few moments, then sat up to pull off the t-shirt, freeing her boobs to taste the cold air. Silky giggled as another of her popped into existence behind her and began kissing her back playfully. She leaned into herself, twisting so one pair of lipples could meet in a sloppy kiss. The identical girls giggled quietly as they snuggled down under the covers, settling in to sleep.<br/><br/>A few minutes passed, interrupted only by soft kissing sounds and the occasional soft giggle, until one of them spoke up in a whisper. "It's really cold..." The other Silky sighed.<br/><br/>"Yea, that's why we're all bundled up in the bed where it's warm, instead of on the couch like a dummy." There were a few moments of silence, then Silky collectively sighed with resignation and another one popped out next to the bed. "Fiiiiiine." The newest Silky groused as she gathered a pillow and one of the blankets, then crept back to the couch where Wyatt still sat sleeping.<br/><br/><em>'I hope he's a heavy sleeper...'</em>She thought as she put the pillow down on the arm of the couch and gently pushed him over onto it. Satisfied that he didn't seem to be waking, she lifted his feet up onto the couch in a more natural position, then spread the blanket over his sleeping body. She stood over him for a moment, indecisive, until the cold started to get to her. Her shoulders slumped dejectedly and she made her way back over to the bed and climbed in, snuggling up tightly with her other selves.