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]

"Are you talking about sex?" He frowned a little, not having expected that from her. "Because my stamina's fucking fine there, thanks. I could even show you if you wanted." He braced himself for a retaliation there.

[vented]

"No you couldn't. If I'm going to do that, I prefer not to waste the effort on someone about to fall asleep. That's just rude."

[triarchic]

He thought about it for a moment, weighing his exhaustion up against the idea of having sex with her. "Mm, I'm sure I could wake myself up for that. If you're not boring, that is."

[vented]

She turned a little more, half on her back as she looked over at him. "Are you seriously trying to goad me into having sex with you by trying to say I'm boring? I'm not boring. I'm the least boring person on the planet. You, on the other hand..."

[triarchic]

"I'm an outstanding individual and attractive to boot." He grinned at her. "You on the other hand, didn't even look twice at one-sock-wonder the other day. I'm starting to peg you as asexual."

[vented]

That made her frown at him. "I'm not asexual. I've had sex. I just have better things to do than think about it all the time like the rest of you."

[triarchic]

"Must've been some awful sex, then." It was said very matter-of-factly.

[vented]

She shrugged. "It was sex. I've had funner roller coaster rides." Parker was a thrill seeker, Toreth. A little bump and grind just wouldn't do it for her.

[triarchic]

He shrugged back at her, yawning before he spoke. "Definitely boring, awful sex. Count me as tapped out for the night."

[vented]

"I guess that's what happens when you get old," she said casually as she turned back to her side, tucking her hand in under her cheek and closing her eyes, grinning to herself.

[triarchic]

It was bait and he knew it, but it still made him twitch a little. He had been hoping she was going to rise to his bait. He sounded a little more awake again. "Please. It's what happens when you've got the most vanilla person you could think of in your bed."

[vented]

"I like vanilla. If you put it in your coffee, it makes it taste like candy." She grinned to herself as she wiggled again.

[triarchic]

This time at the wiggle his draped arm shifted, moving to curl around her waist to hold her still against him. "Well, that's the problem, isn't it? I'm not really a fan of vanilla or candy."

[vented]

"How can you not like candy?" She actually sounded offended at that. "What about chocolate?"

[triarchic]

"Dark's fine." He wasn't a fan of overly sweet things in general, not having had that much exposure to them in the first place. "Sweetness isn't my thing."

[vented]

"There's something wrong with you. Or maybe you've had bad chocolate," she parroted back at him. Everyone loved chocolate. Parker especially.

[triarchic]

"I'd rather live with having bad chocolate than bad sex." He retorted, grinning.

[vented]

"It wasn't bad sex. It just... was sex. They had no sense of adventure." When a hot blonde asks you to rappel naked off a skyscraper with her while spiderswinging and having sex, you say yes.

[triarchic]

"Right. And what's your idea of a sense of adventure?" Another yawn, this one not staged like the other one had been.

[vented]

"Outdoors. Harnesses. Zero gravity." She shrugged, nuzzling into the pillow more.

[triarchic]

He snorted very suddenly at her response, trying to picture it in his head. "Do you know how fucking hard it would be to thrust under those circumstances?"

[vented]

"Ever heard of momentum?"

[triarchic]

"Sure. But it still sounds like a half-baked fantasy to me." He struggled to do the math in his half-conscious state. "Say you're both swinging. Even just a little. That's like one thrust every few seconds."

[vented]

"Depends on the swing arch you've set up and if you've added a vertical jump trajectory to it as well."

[triarchic]

She was saying words, but he was working off his own mental image. "Maybe if you were between two buildings and there was something to rock back into."