Sage had snickered slightly in response to her comments, throwing her an amused glance. "A pillow, huh," he mused, really just amused at the thought. "Could be worse I suppose," he chuckled softly, really just messing around in a comfortable, lazy way. It was still morning, and neither of them had really done very much yet. Which was perfectly fine with him.

(Short were getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner lol)

Sage rolled his eyes in response to her comment, shaking his head in amusement. "I probably cuddle you the same way anyway," he pointed out. He didn't exactly know how he snuggled the pillow, as she'd said, but he did know how he tended to wrap around her, and it couldn't be all that different. Of course, she was more comfortable than a pillow anyway.

"Yeah," he sort of mused lightly, setting the apple core down on the side table with a sigh, settling back down after a moment or so. "There's nothing super important to do right now," he hummed lightly.

Sage hummed softly as if in thought and nodded along to her comment in agreement, though at her next comment, he felt his eyebrows raise in surprise. "I really am the first thing you think of, huh," he teased after a moment or so.

He sort of slid down to lounge next to her, eyes glittering. "Distract me? From what," he mused lightly. "You're quite the sight, especially without clothes on," he added. Sometimes he surprised himself, the way he could flirt and not care at all that he was saying such crude things. But it generally got him in a spot he quite liked, so he was fine with that. He wasn't really in the mood for a whole lot of teasing, but he did enjoy a bit of banter.

Jora smirked as Sage’s words hit her, her eyes flicking to him as he slid down beside her. She let out a small, amused chuckle, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern on the surface between them.

"Oh, you’re not the first thing on my mind," she replied, her voice teasingly light, but with a hint of something mischievous beneath. "Just the most persistent," she added, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

His next comment about her being a sight made her roll her eyes, though there was a glimmer of appreciation in the way she leaned into him. "Flattering," she murmured, though her expression remained playful. "But it’s not me who’s distracted, is it? I think it’s you."

Jora wasn’t one to back down from a verbal sparring match, especially when she could enjoy a little fun along the way. Her tone held a casual, almost nonchalant air, but her gaze lingered on him, assessing.

Sage chuckled softly in response to her comment, shrugging slightly. "Well I'll take that," he mused, lips twitching upwards lazily. "I can certainly be persistent. Long as it's not annoying you I'll be fine," he chirped, though he supposed there was a bit of truth behind it.

He hummed when she spoke up again, shrugging in response, grinning over at her lightly. "I suppose so," he mused. "It's rather hard not to be distracted by your pretty face," he noted lightly, letting his gaze flicker down her body. "Or the rest of you," he added with a chuckle.

He could flirt, and mess around, but really he just liked the fact that they could love each other and not have to worry about.... anything else. No one was here to interrupt them, or control them. And she wouldn't hurt him. They did love each other, and he was desperate for her touch. He did like his creature comforts ...but this was a little different. But it was just as wonderful.

Sage hummed softly in response to her first comment, shrugging slightly. "I just say the first thing that pops into my head," he noted with a laugh. "I'm just lucky it sounds so nice to you," he noted lightly, grinning over at her.

Though, his gaze softened slightly at her next comment, turning from mischievous to just....longing. Longing for her. Not just for her to bed him, or him her, or however they would describe that.....but just her. Her voice, the gentle way her hand brushed against his arm, the way she looked at him. Made him feel so worthy.

Of course, making love to her was pretty great, and he was definitely up for that this morning. He was admittedly a little impatient. But he did appreciate her comments, and it just made him appreciate her even more.

He leaned forward to press his lips against hers softly, humming. "I love you, you know that," he sort of murmured against her, just all of a sudden really, really glad to have her. To have someone who loved him. Wanted to care for him. And who thought he was worthy of it, because he was still trying to figure it all out himself.