Single Bed Meme

[teenyoda]

It's cozy, warm and very, very narrow; you're stuck sleeping in a single bed with someone else and have to endure/enjoy the situation until morning. Snuggle-time?

single-bed partnerships

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01) FRIENDS, you know the other person well.
02) LOVERS, is this really such a bad place to 'sleep' together?
03) ENEMIES, try not to stab each other in the night.
04) STRANGERS, super awkward or getting along like a house on fire.
05) AUTHORITY, one of you has a higher/lower social status for some reason.

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[triarchic]

It was after a long day of stupid fucking errands for stupid fucking people (read: witches) that Toreth found himself trekking back to his room, exhausted more than anything. He was too exhausted to even be irritated at the whole situation, looking forward to just passing out on his bed. Hah. His bed. That he was starting to call it that was upsetting, but that was a thought to be pursued when he was less fuzzy around the edges.

He unlocked the door to his room, muttering a few choice curse words as he locked it behind him and threw his coat on the chair. The shirt was coming off next, and he walked over to his bed while unbuttoning it.

His bed. His bed? There was a completely blank look on his face as he stared down at the occupant of his bed, thank you very much, in his shirt. The stolen shirt. What the hell was she doing here? "Hey." He glanced around his room, looking to see if anything else was out of place. Nothing immediately caught his attention. He leaned on his bed, nudging her with a knee. He was too tired for this. This was an injustice.

[vented]

She snored softly as she rolled over onto her stomach, arm flopping over the side of the bed. She wasn't nearly as tired from her 'activities' given to her by Greta, but it was her nighttime proclivities that had her a little worse for wear afterwards. Sneaking around the house and stealing things from people in the wee hours was tiring work.

But after seeing him earlier in the day and the scowl he'd worn as he'd left to do another run for one of the witches, she'd gotten an idea. Parker did love to play jokes and tease people she knew, and Toreth was the most familiar face she knew here -- aside from her own.

She still had his shirt, one of the only things she'd refused to give back when she'd been asked to, and she'd decided to kill two birds with one stone. Get a nice little nap to freshen her up for more sneaking around that night, and rub it in his face that she still had his stolen shirt. While she slept on his bed. In his locked room.

Was he enjoying the view of her half-bare ass? He should be.

[triarchic]

He should've been happier with the view, honestly, and at the fact that there was a girl in his bed. But he knew, it being Parker, that he would probably get his eyes gouged out before any funny business happened, and that the shirt was just a major 'fuck you'. He glanced at the door again, distinctly remembering unlocking it as he entered. Aha. Probably a major 'fuck you' to all his questions on her occupation, too. It was all very funny, actually, and there was the smallest of grins on his face as he looked down at her. Sneaky girl.

He nudged her again, undeterred from unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging out of it and unceremoniously letting it drop to the floor. If that was how she wanted to play, she was going to have to deal with the consequences. "Move over, bed hog."

[vented]

Her answer was a huff. No, she wasn't moving. She was comfortable. There was plenty of bed on the other side of her.

...

Okay, there was like, a third of the bed on the other side of her. Whatever. He could squish in.

[triarchic]

Not in his giraffe-like-proportioned glory he couldn't. He kicked off his pants and sat down on the small space remaining on the bed, watching her for a few seconds and giving her ample time to change her mind and roll over. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance." It was the last warning he was going to give.

[vented]

Her answer was to flex her toes and sigh happily as she burrowed into his pillow. Sleepy Parker was a happy Parker. The only thing missing from this would be to wake up to a nice bowl of cereal.

[triarchic]

Nope. No cereal. She was just going to get a heavy Toreth collapsing into bed beside her, making a point of carelessly letting an arm drape across her. And he was quite happy to pretty much spoon her, too tired to worry about how close to cuddling the act was and more concerned about not falling off the bed. His bed.

[vented]

There was a moment of tension as she woke enough to realize what he was doing, but considering she'd broken into his room and was wearing the spoils of war, she supposed it could have been a lot worse. And there were... circumstances with this place, so it seemed. So if maybe she was more tolerant of someone being touchy with her than she might normally be, what of it? Seems she was going to have to learn how to deal with that eventually, unless she wanted to keep getting punished. So she settled back against him, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

[triarchic]

His tactic was not working the way he had planned. He had expected her to have vaulted herself out of the bed at this stage, although his arm across her had been intended to prevent exactly that scenario. Still, it would've been a kicker to see her squirm.

"Bed's too fucking small for this." He was mumbling into her hair, hand swatting in the general direction of her face.

[vented]

"Potty mouth," she mumbled, wriggling back even more -- because she was kind of a jerk right now and the idea of squishing him against the wall was funny.

[triarchic]

Oh. She was lucky he was exhausted, or that would've provoked some awkward responses. It still did, but it wasn't so obvious. His body didn't budge at her wriggling, and he gave her a warning pinch on the back of her thigh in return. "No one fucking cares, Fleece."

[vented]

"I care, Valentine." Jeez. Honestly. Why so vulgar? It wasn't like she was practically naked on hi-- oh. Wait. Hah.

Her response to the pinch was a quick kick back at his shin.

[triarchic]

His knee involuntarily jerked up into her butt at the kick, and he hissed. Another swat at her face. "My bed, my rules."

[triarchic]

Toreth enjoyed planning things. It came with the job territory, really. You had to plan how to interrogate people, keeping everything well-paced and not rushing through any of the parts. Each part had its purpose, whether to instill fear or build a semblance of rapport. Planning was fun.

It was much the same when it came to setting up any encounter, whether sexual in nature or not. He planned. In this case, he kept an eye out on how Parker's schedule worked. When she would be out, when she was generally called for to run an errand, what time she usually came back to her room barring midnight escapades. He also worked on his breaking and entering skills, which wasn't exactly something he was top notch at. That wasn't quite in his job description, after all, although it did come in handy from time to time. Luckily the doors here had simple locks; it was just a matter of waiting for nobody to be watching.

He felt like somewhat of a stalker by the end of it, but he had done worse before. Besides, it wasn't too much effort to expend just to see the look on her face when he was lying in her bed with his fucking shirt on, thank you very much, and briefs. Not too much effort at all. He busied himself with poking around her room inconspicuously until she came back, cataloguing probably stolen items, and when he guessed it was about the right time, he casually sat on the bed, leaning back on his palms.

The pay-off would be worth it. Hopefully. At least the returned 'fuck you' sentiment would've been worth all the effort. He had few hobbies these days, apparently.

[vented]

For a house full of witches, there wasn't much going on that kept her entertained. Sure, she snuck out at odd hours and sometimes pushed her luck by sneaking into the other wings as well as making brief forays into the rooms of the sisters themselves. Her one time attempt at stealing from one of them had wound up with her getting a rather severe punishment, so she'd put them on her no-no list until she could figure out a way to bypass whatever magical security systems they had. That plan filled up a lot of her free time. She'd think about it when she was running errands or doing chores or even breaking into other rooms to acquire new things.

It was occupying her mind when she came back from her most recent errand, which is why she didn't notice the addition to her room until she'd closed her door and was halfway to her bed. The bed that had a visitor on it. Her instant reaction was a frown and she looked at him, sitting there in-- "Hey! That's my shirt!"

[triarchic]

He certainly seemed pleased at that response, leaning back further as he regarded her. "Is it, though? Apparently stealing something makes it yours, so..."

He winked. Totally worth it. Really.

[vented]

This... was something she hadn't expected. He hadn't seemed the type, frankly. A little too uptight to do something so... juvenile. Arms folded, she stomped over to the bed and stood in front of him. "I didn't steal it. I won it. Fair and square."

[triarchic]

He could be juvenile when he wanted to be. Mostly in possessive, jealous and angry ways, but sometimes, just sometimes, if someone gave him unexpected platonic attention, he was willing to give them attention back. It was nice to be liked. Bonus points when they weren't clingy about it or shoving it down his throat.

He smiled up at her. "Sure. Alright. But now it's mine again."

[vented]

"No, now you stole it." A crafty smile fit on her face and she stood with one hip cocked out, hands on her hips. "I could tell them you stole it. That'd get you some punishment. Had any of that here?"

[triarchic]

He didn't answer, still smiling as he shifted his weight a little to gesture around her room, indicating all the stolen knicknacks hidden away. "Do you really want to go down that road, Fleece? Get you watched every night?"

[vented]

Dammit. Not like she'd actually turn him in. She didn't rat a fellow thief.

Even this poor excuse for one. "Why aren't you wearing pants?"

[triarchic]

He looked down briefly at himself, then over at the floor at where he had left his pants before looking back at her.

"You didn't wear pants."

[vented]

"I didn't wear underwear either. And I came into your room like that." She gave him a smug look, clearly enjoying having one upped him.

[triarchic]

He paused, trying to think back to that night. Had he been that tired that he hadn't noticed? A frown crossed his features, but then he shrugged. The shirt had practically been a dress on her, anyway.

"That's easily rectified." He hooked his thumb into his waistband, smiling again.

[vented]

She made a gesture at him, daring him to continue. She could be casual about her nudity and it wouldn't be the first naked man she'd seen.