Gwent: A Total Drama Short

Gwent: A Total Drama Short Is An Animated Short Based On Fresh TV's Total Drama.
==Transcript==
 Gwen's P.O.V
I rubbed my head against my husband's chest, pinching his warm muscular shoulder. He responded by brushing some of the hair away from my face with a tender delicate touch. Even though my eyes would not open, I could tell we both had warm cosy very satisfied smile on our faces.
Me - That was the best night ever.
 
Trent - Better than a luxury spa hotel?
I'm too tired to laugh, just muster an exhausted but delighted little smile. I wanted to move, just nuzzle myself against him more. I don't care that he was inside me last night, and it makes me feel almost spoilt that I can never get close enough to him. It's Trent. I want to stay with him forever. Just him. No one else.
This time, his comment got a weak little chuckle out of me. I rubbed my head against his chest, sliding my hand down from his shoulder to join my head on his chest as well, wriggling until I was more comfortable than I already was. Then, heaving a heavy sigh, I let my eyes relax shut again.
The white sheets underneath us were sticking. I was aware that we were both damp in a warm sticky sweat. The kind that in its own little way added to the romantic warmth of the room and kept us stuck together better than any other superglue you could find. Every time I breathed in through my nose, I took in his scent, the sweet scent of the lavender pillows, the scent of the flowers around us, a hint of salt from the outside. The most beautiful combination.
I flopped my head onto his arm underneath me. My eyes were able to open themselves up again. I blinked, taking in the golden light and then looked over at my husband. Never before had I seen him so . . . peaceful. He was almost completely fast asleep, only budging to keep the sheets underneath him from sticking. His hair was dark and damp and fell over his eyes that were completely relaxed shut; and his lips had just enough energy to keep a little smile on. My eyes wanted to sneak downwards but I kept them on his face. I brought my hand up with less effort than I had expected and started stroking his cheek as gently as I could. As soon as my fingers brushed against his skin, his face melted into an even happier little smile. His arms around me squeezed me a little tighter, squeezing more warm fuzzy feelings into me.
He shifted a little. I felt his hand slide away from my shoulder and down behind him. I quickly darted my eyes towards the ceiling. He was peeling the sheets off of his skin and legs too. I was free to move but for some reason, I didn't feel free to move.
Me - Trent?
Trent - Yeah.
He flopped his hand over his stomach, that eight pack of his. Oh that eight back. He'd given me permission to leave but even with that, part of me still didn't want to leave him. I took up his hand and began rubbing my fingers between his. His fingers closed around mine in a tight grip, an affectionate one that wanted me to stay. It made me feel guilty even though it was just the two of us in this one room with no one around to bother us. Somehow, I managed to steer my left hand onto the pillow and push myself up into a sitting position. As I pushed myself up, I felt his grip on my hand tighten a little.
Me - I'll be in the kitchen.
I reached out with my left hand and brushed some of the dark hair away from his eyes so I could lean over him and press my lips on his forehead. As soon as I planted that kiss, I felt his fingers on my other hand slip away.
I raised my legs, letting the white sheets peel off as I slid my feet over and lowered them onto the red rug underneath my feet. As I planted my toes down on it, the sort furry strands of it immediately soothed me. Even Better, My New Pair Of Black And Blue Checkered Slippers Were Near Me. I Smiled As I Stood Up, Slipping Them On. I flicked a glance behind me. He had fallen back asleep. 
I took my time leaving the bedroom, Wiggling my toes In the smooth Plush Warmth of My Slippers. I had to look back at my husband one last time before completely leaving the bedroom. He had dozed off again, in his own little dream world. And how could anyone blame him?
Stepping into the open room with the open windows, the bright orange walls, the coloured flowers And The Beaming Sun on a shimmering City took me by surprise. The blazing heat of the sun brought the whole room to life and stopped me where I was. I breathed In A Fresh Scent Of Sweet Flowers. 
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. 
Something about my reflection made me stop where I was. Nothing had changed about me since last time I had looked in a mirror. My hair was still that luminous Blue colour, my skin was still nice and smooth, no spots (thank God). And I was especially grateful to see that I hadn't put on any weight. What was it then about my reflection that had caught my attention? Was it that my face had matured that little bit? I just didn't look like a teenager anymore, even though I looked exactly the same. Even then, I didn't feel like a teenager. I felt like a newly formed woman.
Shaking my head to myself, I made my way down to the kitchen with a ridiculously amused little grin on my face. I didn't even know why I was going to the kitchen. We hadn't bought any food yet. I didn't know why I was expecting food to be inside. But the optimistic romantic part of me remained hopeful. I licked my lips in anticipation as I reached the fridge and heaved open the door.
"YES!"
Trent had been kind enough to leave a jug of orange juice which I could tell had been freshly squeezed just for us. Beside that was a large bowl of colourful fruits: bananas, kiwis, a couple of shiny red apples and one large pineapple. I could feel my smile stretching out to my cheeks as I reached out to take the jug handle in one hand and an apple in the other. Immediately I brought it to my mouth to take a bite. It was sweet and juicy just like any other apple but it had that perfect crunch to it, the crunch that immediately left a person satisfied with each bite. I let out a blissful little groan as I crunched away the first juicy mouthful. Oh how I loved fruit.
I suddenly noticed how the counter in front of me had little shelves with wine glasses provided and immediately put the jug down so I could bent down and take one. I knew that orange juice didn't necessarily go in a tall fancy wine glass but there was no one here to scold me for being silly or lazy. I could do what I liked and no one would snap at me for it. It made me feel like a wonderful little rebel as I filled the whole wine glass up with orange juice and took a sip. Ahhh, it tasted better than ever.
Hearing Water Spread a grin across my face. Trent Was Gonna Dry Off And Then He would make sure that I was all his for the day. I couldn't wait.
I was just halfway through the orange juice and decided I might as well finish it off before I spilled anything. I tipped it all down my throat and felt a blast of cold rush throughout my body, making my shiver. But in a good way. That sort of cold you need to stop yourself from overheating. Just perfect.
My two ears suddenly picked up the sound of The Door Opening. The wine glass almost slipped out my hand but I just saved it, keeping it dangling over my fingers.
Me - Trent?
I didn't hear him respond. It send a chill down my spine, one that made me stiffen in fear.
??? - Hello Trent.
Trent - What Do You Want?
??? - You.
Me - (Recognizing The Voice) Chris!
I had to snap and run inside into the kitchen and over to the door when I remembered I still had my hands full. As I whipped back around to put the apple and wine glass down on the nearby counter, I heard him blurt out a frustrated "Shit!"