At this point Shiloh was being extremely affectionate with Dakota, which for her was a rare thing, but really she didn’t care. If she could be honest to herself all they would do was lay there in that same position with him arms around her and her face resting in the crook of his neck. Dakota smelled the same as always, it was like a mixture between candy and ocean mist body wash. Normally Shiloh would have found the combination odd, but this was Dakota..her Kota bear. She would hug him regardless, well unless he smelled like rotten, she did have a line she wouldn’t cross.
“Dakoottaaaa!” Shiloh’s soft voice turned into an unfamiliar screech. Her happy features turned into a frown and she stuck out her lower lip pouting at Dakota. “Kotaaaa,” she whined playfully with the pout still on her face, “That hurt you little booger!” A smiled then played on her cherry-colored lips as she grabbed onto Dakota’s arms and playfully sunk her teeth into it. “That’s what you get for being mean,” she said after biting him.
Shiloh poked his side and then rolled away, pulling out from under his grip. “Also don’t think that I didn’t notice that your pants were only on halfway… But..Since I’m so sweet, I won’t hurt you.” Standing up, the redhead wiped her skinny jeans and smoothed out her long locks, tucking them behind one of her ears. “Look, I brought you cheetos,” she said with a sweet smile as she held out her hand to help him up and then nodded at the bag of cheetos.
Dakota smirked as Shiloh screeched, his mission accomplished of trying to playfully annoy her. He chuckled at her sad expression, knowing that she didn’t mean it. They do this every time they see each other; the good-natured violence came with being best friends their whole lives. As much as Dakota loves Shi, he likes to take every opportunity to mess with her because it keeps their friendship fun and exciting. He faked a grimace as she bit his arm, humoring her since it didn’t hurt him one bit. (He’s twice her size and she’s so tiny, and he thinks it’s really cute how she tries.)
Dakota was suddenly left cold and empty as she rolled out from under him, but he hid his frown and just smiled at her. He looks down at his legs and remembers that his pants were all the way down at his knees. Blushing, he scoots his butt and attempts to slide them all the way up. He buckles his belt and zips his pants, wiping his sweaty palms on the front of his jeans. He loved watching her fix her hair, a simple task, but she looks so concentrated; she looks beautiful, like always. Kota could watch Shiloh all day if he could. Luckily he has her tonight.
He snaps out of his thoughts, grinning at the bag of cheetos, his favorite chips. “Is that my victory prize for when I kick your butt in the new Mario Kart game I bought yesterday?” He grabs the bag of cheetos from her hands and pulls her up by the other, dragging her towards the living to sit on the couch. He stands in place as he sees the messy room, forgetting how disheveled he left it when he went to go look for some pants. “Erm, don’t mind whatever this is and stuff,” he stammered apologetically, “It was clean, but then you called—and then I…”