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]

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.

[triarchic]

He wasn't adverse at all about showing himself off, not having a problem with sliding the briefs down and lifting his hips up and off the mattress to get them all the way off. He let them fall to join the pants. They weren't covering anything obscene, him being only half-aroused at this point. "Better?"

[vented]

She put a finger to her chin, looking him over as if he was something she had to figure out. Some new system or thing to learn how to slither into. "Are you a shower or a grower?"

[triarchic]

He chuckled. Like he was going to answer that one. "Figure it out for yourself."

[vented]

"It's probably a good thing you decided to wear that again. The smell was wearing off." She moved closer to the bed, beginning to toe off her boots.

[triarchic]

That was an oddly sweet thing to say, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that for a moment. He pushed it out of his mind, choosing to tilt his head slightly and watch her undress. "I hope you weren't thinking of trying to steal another one. I have to buy those things, you know."

[vented]

"Another? Nope. I like that one. I wore it in." Pants undone, she pushed them down and stepped out of them as she reached to pull her shirt up off over her head. Not really in need of a bra, that left her in just her underwear and she nudged at him with her knee. "This is my nap time. Did you come in just to gloat?"

[triarchic]

He laughed at the role reversal of being nudged like that, and just like she hadn't, he didn't budge. "Maybe. I hadn't really decided." Planning when you didn't actually have a partner only went so far. More boundaries. Complexities. Fuzzy lines. "What do you do when you smell my shirt?"

[vented]

"What do you mean 'what do I do'? I just smell it. It smells good." Duh, Toreth. When he didn't move, she didn't follow the same plan he had, reaching out and pushing at him instead to try to get him to fall back.

[triarchic]

"And that's all you do?" He raised an eyebrow, other hand going back down on the mattress to stabilise himself against her pushes. "That's not very exciting." If he sounded slightly disappointed, it's because he was.

[vented]

If he was hoping for lurid masturbatory stories, he was SOL. Parker got more of a thrill out of lying on money or jumping off buildings than she did from touching herself. "Yeah. Why?" Well... huh. She had to push harder, one knee moving onto the bed beside him as she shoved.

[triarchic]

Well, he wasn't going to answer her question if it wasn't going to be immediately obvious to her. She would've just found it absurd.

He seemed pleased that she had to put effort into the motion, this time only buckling slightly. His position was incredibly stable, and his height and weight compared to hers definitely helped. He smiled. "You're going to have to try harder than that." Having said that, though, he was ready to intercept any cheap blows she may have had any ideas of giving. He wouldn't have been surprised if she tried.

[vented]

Old Parker would have gone with a shot to the nuts, or the gut, or some sort of pained reaction to get her way. Parker that's spent time with Sophie had learned there were other ways to get what you wanted. Her other knee came down onto the bed between his. Not aiming for a shot, but just to place it there, making her straddle his thigh as she slid her hands up to his shoulders and gave another push, leaning into it this time. "What was your big plan here, Valentine?"

[triarchic]

He seemed happy to lower himself back further at that, giving up a little space as he glanced down over her body appreciatively. He wasn't going to get ahead of himself, though. "Little nap. Snoop around your room. Get my shirt back. Not in that order."

[vented]

"And did you? Snoop around my room, that is." She pushed him back further, leaning more into him as she did until she was pressed up against him and trying to get him down flat on the bed.

[triarchic]

"Superficially." It was less damning to admit that to her than it had been to Warrick, because here there were no expectations. He was also positive that she had snooped in his room, too. He let himself lay down completely on the bed now, going along with her maneuvering.

[vented]

Once he was down, she moved to lay over top of him, hand moving up to play with the button of her shirt as she cushioned her head on his chest. "And what did you find? Superficially?"

[triarchic]

"Lot of stuff you shouldn't have. It's hard to find anything really personal, given the fucking nature of this place." He looked down at her, watching what she was doing for any signs of anything suspicious. Despite coming here of his own free will, he wasn't going to be an idiot about it.

[vented]

She had nimble fingers and it wouldn't take her long to unbutton the shirt. "You know, you're kind of comfy." Did she just sniff him? Maybe.

[triarchic]

He blinked. That was still something he had to get used to, the whole sniffing business. "Is that so?" Absently now, his hand reached up to play with a few locks of her hair. "I usually get told I have too many sharp edges and bones."