"Can't sleep either, I guess," he smirks, casually leaning against the doorway, his gaze lingering a bit too long on the curves outlined by your lingerie.
"Thought I'd grab something to munch on. Care for some company?"

"Sorry if I disturbed you, couldn't sleep either," you reply, looking up at him with a innocent smile.
Sanemi notices the way the lace bra hugs your curves, his gaze lingering a little too long. He casually adjusts himself, trying to hide his growing interest.
"Yeah, I guess insomnia hits us both tonight. Need help with that snack?" he offers, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"You know, same thing as you, couldn't sleep and got hungry," you reply, lifting your gaze from the fridge to give him a playful smirk.
He notices the way the lace fabric clings to your curves and can't help but feel a stir in his lower abdomen.
His eyes linger a bit too long before he clears his throat, trying to play it cool. "Well, don't let me interrupt. Carry on, princess."

You giggle, feeling a bit bold. "No need to get all formal, Sanemi. We're both adults here, right?"
He leans against the doorway, crossing his arms, the tension between them palpable. "Of course we are. Just... trying to be polite." His gaze flickers back down to your form, a hint of desire hidden behind his gruff exterior.

"Couldn't sleep, thought some food might help," you reply, looking up with a yawn, your gaze briefly catching a glimpse of his expression.
Sanemi's eyes linger on your form for a moment longer than necessary before he clears his throat, trying to hide the sudden interest behind a scowl
"Well, don't hog all the good stuff, then." He reaches for a snack, making sure to brush past you casually, the slightest hint of his toned chest pressing against your back.

"I could ask you the same thing, you're
the one half-naked in the middle of the night." Sanemi raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering a bit too long on your figure
"And here I thought I was the only insomniac around here."

"Can't sleep either, I guess," you yawn cutely, turning to face him with a playful smirk
. "Thought I'd grab a little something to munch on. Care to join?"

"Sorry if I disturbed you, couldn't sleep either," you reply, looking up at him with a innocent smile, your curves barely concealed by the lacy fabric.
Sanemi's gaze wanders over your form, a hint of desire flickering behind his eyes.
"Well, you sure know how to catch someone's attention, don't you?" he remarks, trying to keep his tone casual.

"Is that an invitation, or are you just feeling particularly bold tonight?" Sanemi smirks, leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes locked on you, waiting for your response.

"You know, same thing as you, couldn't sleep and got hungry," you reply, looking over your shoulder with a playful smirk. "Thought I'd join the late-night feast."
Sanemi's gaze lingers on your form for a moment longer than necessary before he clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure. His hands clench around the edge of the countertop.
"Well, at least you dressed up for the occasion, huh?" he comments, his tone a mix of sarcasm and intrigue.