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]

One button, two button, three buttons free. "No? If you're going to break into my room, you might as well make yourself useful."

[triarchic]

"Says you. If I had to summarise your visit profesionally, it'd be a little bit of unauthorised entry and verbal and physical harassment." He didn't feel a thing.

[vented]

Four, five, ooh, and six, right near the bottom. She slid her leg up over his, distracting him with touch as she lifted her head a bit. "You call this physical harassment? And here I thought I was being nice."

[triarchic]

"I meant the kicking and the biting." He inclined his head at her, giving her a somewhat chiding look. But he wasn't too committed to that look, relaxed enough as he was.

[vented]

"Those were retaliatory." She said that like it excused all bad behavior. If he hadn't had them coming...

Her fingers slid in past the parted fabric, sliding over his side as she looked down at him.

[triarchic]

"Retaliatory. To my reaction to you. In my bed." He continued to look up at her, wondering where she was going with this, twirling her lock of hair in his fingers.

[vented]

"I thought you'd appreciate it. Considering..." Where they were, and all that. Her hand slid upward, pushing the shirt off to the side as she slid her thigh up higher, brushing against-- oh. Hello.

[triarchic]

The sensation of her thigh against his half-formed erection - quickly getting harder due to that brush, thanks - had him stilling, his gaze at her taking on a bit of a more intense edge. "I hope you're not planning on being an eternal tease." For her sake. Toreth could be mean when he wanted to.

[vented]

"Tease? Me? When have I teased you?" That almost had her stopping, but her hand kept moving up to his shoulder, then across his chest to start moving the shirt off of that side as well, Parker shifting to move most of her bulk to the other half of his body.

[triarchic]

He decided to grab her hand then, still looking up and into her eyes with a small little smile. "I can think of a few examples. Twister and my room included."

[vented]

"When did I tease during Twister?" Not exactly an admission that she had in his room, but...

[triarchic]

"I don't know, it might have been the..." He stopped to pretend to think. "Four times you were sidled up to me with your butt in my face or crotch. When the other half of the mat had plenty of space, mind you."

[vented]

"I was just playing what the spinner gave me." She batted her lashes at him, looking as innocent as a newborn fawn -- while her hand tried to continue sliding over him.

[triarchic]

Nope, he wasn't falling for that for a minute. Neither was he going to let her hand go back on its trajectory so soon. He kept it still, smiling at her. "You know, I think it's time for me to get back to my room. Some of us have curfews it'd be better not to break."

[vented]

"You think so? Mm, must be that old man-ness talking again. Well... if you think you should..." There was an intentional brush of her thigh against his crotch that time, complete with big, wide blue eyes.

[triarchic]

He laughed. If it had been anyone else he might've relented, but because it was Parker he tsked, even if that did feel awfully nice. Still holding her hand, he moved to push her off him. "That trick didn't get me the first time, Bambi."

[vented]

"What trick?" Dammit. Sophie hadn't gone into detail on extensive honeytrapping. So in an act of desperation, as she was pushed off, she grabbed at him to roll him with her, kissing him as she went.

[triarchic]

The rolling meant he ended up on top of her, his weight braced on his elbows on either side of her. Huh. This was unexpected, but if he thought about it too much, maybe entirely expected. Which he did, because he worked I&I. He let the kiss play out, returning a few kisses himself, curious to see what she would try next.

[vented]

Her goal was to get that shirt off him. If she had to play a little dirty to do it, well, it wouldn't be the first time. So the kiss turned into a deeper kiss and her hands slid down his body until, yep, one of them had a handful of something hard.

[triarchic]

He laughed into the kiss when he felt her hand on his erection, and he moved his hips slightly to grind himself against her hand. Okay. He could go with this. He moved to pull back from the kiss to get a good look at her.

[vented]

She looked up at him almost expectantly, mind already working out where she'd stash the shirt that he wouldn't find it again. "Yes?" She said that as her hand gave him a slight squeeze.

[triarchic]

His eyes closed momentarily in response to the slight squeeze, but he quickly had them open again as he looked down at her. And oh. Look at that in his peripheral vision. Was his chest bare? It certainly was. He chuckled, not acknowledging what he had noticed. "What's got you in a frenzy so suddenly?"

[vented]

"This? Oh, this isn't a frenzy. You'd know if I was in a frenzy. There'd be more... frenzying." Her leg hooked over his side, pulling herself up off the bed to almost dangle from him, like he was some kind of climbing apparatus for her.

[triarchic]

She sure was being creative about this. Now, just how to leave her hanging without her realising he was trying to? He smiled at how committed she was, fingers tickling down her spine. She would've been a good one to send to infiltrate all the resister rings, if she had just a bit more finesse in a situation like this. "You've got to admit, it's a very sudden change of heart."

[vented]

"Nothing heart-like about it." Her hand slid down a bit lower, getting a hold of a pair of small, round globes and fondling them gently. There went those nimble fingers to work.