She holds onto him, kissing him back.

Puck shoved the plate off the bed and leaned back, pulling her down with him, his lips suddenly at her neck, tracing a line of fire down her skin.

She gasps, holding onto him.

"If you are going to do that, would you mind not jostling the bed so much?" came a sarcastic voice near the headboard. "Perhaps you could roll around on the floor."

She freezes, having forgotten grim was with her.

Grimalkin lay on the pillow, watching them with a bemused, half-lidded stare. Puck let out an explosive sigh.

"Did I ever mention how much I hate cats?"

"Do not blame me, Goodfellow." Grimalkin blinked, managing to sound bored and indignant at the same time. "I was minding my own business long before you and the princess started humping like rabbits."

Puck snorted. Rolling to his stomach, he pushed himself off the bed and pulled Claire up with him, wrapping her in his arms

(Lmao)

She laughed, "We were not."

"Id better go," Puck sighed, sounding reluctant. "I told Ironhorse Id look at some blueprints Kimi managed to swipe from somewhere." His gaze strayed to the scattered food on the floor, sandwiches and apple slices everywhere, and he bit down a sheepish grin. "Erm, sorry about the mess, Princess. And dont worry about the code, well figure something out. Try to get some sleep, okay? Well be right outside."

He bent down, as if to kiss her

She smiled, kissing him before hopping up and beginning to clean up the mess. "Good night Puck."

He smirked in return and left, shutting the door behind him.