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 Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 11:42 pm
“Roger!” She nodded maybe a little too much for the situation, trying to fulfill her role as a distraction to the best of her abilities. With each shared step she was a little more impressed with him-- he was really strong to lift her so much, even with his feet! Even if he was a hair-teasing jerk, at least he had muscle!
But they neared her door, and her inner radar went off. This was not where she belonged!! Sure, he could try putting in her bed, but they both knew that as soon as the time was right, she’d be right back at his side, curled against him like Mr. Slinky.
Still, she humored him, bouncing into that scarcely used bed like a bunny. But she’d be back, and they both knew it. Snuggling up under the covers properly, she smiled up at him once more… The kind of smile that seemed to ooze disagreement.
Why we can’t do away with this all together is beyond me! It just means one more bed to make for no reason!
“Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~iiiight~” Her voice called out sweetly, completely contrary to her ill intent. If he wanted the happy tuck-ins, he could have them. But they weren’t going to come without a price.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 11:51 pm
Tucking her in, he smiled back.
Leaning forward, he gave her a kiss goodnight on the forehead, ruffling her hair one last time. He remembered, and was inexplicably happy - she wasn't going to be going away anytime soon.
He was a terrible person.
"Good night, and good dreams." Spotting Mr. Slinky all but dead (he couldn't be asleep, not in that strange pose!), he snorted and reached out to rub the kitten's ears before he left, leaving the door cracked so that she had some light.
He made to move to his new room, as was usual - but stopped, glancing at the door before bee-lining for the bathroom to do his nightly routine. Afterwards, he had to change into his pajama pants; but it was hurried, and jerked, and he was out of the room and padding down the stairs in seconds, bedsheets in hand and pillow in the other.
The couch was looking more appealing by the minute.
Until he actually lay down on it. And then he remembered - the cushions were not so comfortable for sleeping on as they appeared.
He sighed through his nose, looking up at the ceiling and folding his arms behind his head.
Secrets and lies, hidden up there, right above him. It was enough to drive a man insane, trying to sleep despite that.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 12:07 am
Minutes. That was what she gave him. A few minutes once she heard him stepping down the stairs.
Why he was going down the stairs was strange in and of itself. She would have to investigate, once the coast was clear and it was safe to sneak in on him. If she did so before he was comfy, he might be more likely to kick her back into her own bed. Once, however, he was settled, the chance of being brought back to bed lessoned considerably.
So after a seemly amount of time, pillow in hand, she crept after him. The only one who slept alone in this house was Sydni! And darnit if she wanted to join in she could!
Tiny feet took each step quietly, assuming that she would not wake him if she was quiet. She crossed the room just as stealthily, looking down from behind the couch to spot him.
He was there, and apparently the couch was a foldout. Huh, you learn something everyday.
“H-Hey….” Why did she even bother asking anymore? “Can I sleep with you, tonight?” For every night ever?
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 12:15 am
This was becoming a bad, terrible habit. Didn't parents normally discourage this in children?
But one look at her face and he didn't have the heart to do so, scooting over as far as he could on the single-person couch-bed to accommodate her.
"Sure," he answered, as usual. Though he didn't know why he bothered answering. She knew it the minute he had his arms spread for her to cuddle into.
He wondered when she'd figure out that he knew and heard every sound that went on in this house.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:54 pm
She crawled into the foldout bed, hearing every squeak and groan that it made in protest to the extra weight. With a jerk of the covers, sweet comfort was found in the small room next to the man’s chest.
She wasn’t sure if she’d ever stop this nasty habit… Maybe she’d even sleep with him when they were both old and wrinkly. She wanted to giggle, but sleepiness was tugging her eyelids lower and lower down over her eyes. No matter how hard she tried to fight it… Sleepiness won over.
Curled up against the man, in a delicate slumber, the child dreamed. Not the sweet dreams normally associated with youth, but painful dreams. Dreams of abandonment, of loss, and of things left unsaid.
She didn’t want to admit that her mother could have possible abandoned her.
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