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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[vented]

She was going to have to resort to drastic measures. She just wasn't sure how drastic it was going to have to get. Her other leg hooked around him, Parker wearing an innocent look the entire time. "Play time just started. And you said you came here for a nap. I don't see you napping, liar."

[triarchic]

It was hard to fight back the laugh now that he knew what she was trying to do. "Maybe I already took my nap before you got here." He shifted his weight to his other elbow, repeating the unhooking motion. This was fun in itself, but he wasn't going to let himself succumb. The long-term pay-off was much better than the short-term.

[vented]

"Maybe you didn't." Monkey-hooked to him with her legs, she let her hands do what her hands did best -- get where they weren't supposed to go.

[triarchic]

"No, I'm pretty sure I did." The words came out a little laboured given what her hands were doing. He decided to steady himself on one elbow, bracing himself with her weight, before shifting to straighten up on his knees, taking her with him.

[vented]

One arm hooked around his neck, letting her lift up with him. Her other hand was busy, wrapped around his length and using those agile fingers to squeeze and stroke him in a way that felt almost like something fluttery had a hold of him. "Mm, my bed wasn't messed up. I think not."

[triarchic]

He groaned slightly, settling back on his heels. Just to recover from how fucking great that felt. Really. He'd get up in a few more seconds. "I'm just fucking fantastic at leaving things how I found them," he managed.

[vented]

"I didn't pick you for the pristine type." Her hand was never-ceasing over him and her mouth moved to press small kisses against the corner of his, thighs gripping him tightly.

[triarchic]

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to judge a book by its cover?" He was relenting a little now, hands running down over her back appreciatively before ending up under her thighs to hold her.

[vented]

"Depends on the book. The bible doesn't really have a cover, but it's a lot of boring stuff around a bunch of violent stuff." Her mouth was by his mouth, giving his ear a nip as her hand slid up to squeeze the head of his cock a little before she slid it back down.

[triarchic]

His fingers dug into her thighs at the squeeze, partly as a warning but also due to sheer want. Maybe this could turn out to be a win-win situation. The shirt and the fucking didn't have to be mutually exclusive if he played his cards right. He tilted his head, leaning into her nips as he gave her a sharp, smart smack on the ass. "Well, my cover is very fucking pristine, thanks."

[vented]

The smack got an 'ah' of surprise from her, her hand sliding up to squeeze him again. Not hard, but she followed it up with a graze of her thumb over the ridge of his cock. "That's what you say... but I see a little dirt."

[triarchic]

"Perfectly pristine people are psychopaths, anyway." Never mind his own psych eval. Psychologists were useless. He sighed again at her manipulations, fingers sliding under her underwear to get a better feel for her ass. He chuckled. "What're you doing, Fleece?"

[vented]

She might not have said it if she hadn't felt his hands under her underwear. But they played a strange game and she thought he might appreciate the honesty. "Trying to distract you. Is it working?"

[triarchic]

He did appreciate the honesty. He let his hands stay there, quirking an amused smile at her. "Will you stop if I say no?"

[vented]

"Depends. You going to walk out of here with that shirt?"

[triarchic]

"That's for you to find out."

[vented]

"This is going to take more than just touching, isn't it?"

[triarchic]

He may as well be honest in return, given how straight she just was with him. Even if it meant she would climb off him. "I'm leaving here with the shirt, Parker."

[vented]

"I'm going to change your mind about that." She sounded very sure of herself before she kissed him.

[triarchic]

She was definitely a girl that thrived on all sorts of challenges, he mused. He returned the kiss, at the same time shifting to press her up against the wall. "You're going to be sorely disappointed."

[vented]

Her legs tightened around him, her hand moving away so she could press herself up closer to him instead, biting at his lip. "If that's a comment about your sex skills, maybe you should work on that."

Yep, she'd just gone there.

[triarchic]

He slipped a hand out and gave her another sharp smack on the side of the ass given their new position. It seemed like the most appropriate response, much better than any retort he had to offer right now. His other hand worked on sliding her underwear down and off now, his lips moving against her teeth. "I didn't know it meant so much to you, this shirt. Should I be flattered?"

[vented]

"I don't know. I'm willing to face disappointing sex for it. The shirt should be flattered." Yep. Still rubbing it in. Ruuuub it in, Toreth.

[triarchic]

He laughed, automatically smacking her again, slightly harder this time. He may as well be consistent about it. "Did you know it's impossible to fuck in zero gravity?" His tone was conversational.

[vented]

"I doubt it. It would make it harder to, but you could still feasibly have sex. It'd just be slow." Her hand slid into his hair and she tugged it, a reprimand for the slaps.