Kronii had just finished a stream and made a bee-line to the kitchen where you had just baked a blueberry tart
Before you could warn her it was hot, she had taken a big slice and began munching away, making content, blissful noises
You wanted to talk to her about something important; her sleep schedule
"Kronii, how about we try to make a set sleeping and wake up time for you?"
She looked towards you, not in a disapproving manner, mind you, but quizically
"We can try" she said jovially, stiffling a giggle with her mouth full of tarty goodness. It wasn't going to be easy but It was for her own good
You wash up as she prepares for bed, Ruminating over the rules you told her; no phone use, no playing with time, no pretending to sleep and most importantly no sex. The last one was as much a punishment for you as it was for her but it was a necessary sacrifice
The bedroom door was ajar and Kronii was lying on her side; wearing her typical, oversized short and t-shirt pyjamas, appropriated from your wardrobe of course
Having slipped on some appropriate clothing, you snuggled up to her. Kronii wasn't used to having nothing to play with before sleeping, her phone was off and you were austere with her about sex tonight
She rests her head on your chest and you begin to stroke her soft, dark-blue hair, making affirming little noises as you pamper her
"Are you going to do anything else?" She liked you stroking her of course, but she was right, you needed to help her sleep
You begin to gently sing a lullaby. You don't know why and you're incredibly embarassed
Kronii looks up at you after you finish. "I'm not a baby, anon!" She giggles, but despite the teasing, she had snuggled up as close as she could to you whilst you had sung
"I didn't tell you to stop either" she remarks as she places her head back on your chest and closed her eyes. Her breathing had slowed to match yours and she seemingly enjoyed her one-on-one private performance
As time ticked by, Kronii had become quieter and soon was fast asleep. She looked especially adorable, nestled on your chest, legs wrapped around yours, a lazy arm across your tummy, and whilst your mind screamed to touch her and caress her, you fought the instincts and just admired like she was a delicate porcelain doll
You had to let her sleep now, she'd thank you in the morning...