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Something wasn't right.
Belladonna watched Mort as he skittered from place to place, seemingly frantic and certainly a little put out. His stutter wasn't all that much, nothing more than usual but there was just something else. There was just something a little bit erratic in his behavior, his movements.
A blanket was hastily shoved into her hands and while Belladonna took it gratefully, there was still something in the way he did it that bothered her. Yet he had already moved on, content to make himself a make-shift pallet on the floor. Curious to see more, the witch tossed the blanket over her shoulders and held the two sides together in front of her chest.

"If you're sure..." She finally replied in a lilting, if disbelieving, voice. A shock of static stood the boil's hair on end and Belladonna smiled at that, careful to set the blanket down softly before she quickly crossed the room to him. She reached up on tip-toe and smoothed the hair down as best she could. It wasn't all that great as she couldn't really see the very top, but it'd have to do.
"Darling, I can't help but notice... You're a bit nervous. Is it just me staying over? It'll be fine... If you gnaw on my arm during the night I'll smack you. No big deal!" A little bounce as she made a faux-smacking gesture.
Unless it was.... Something else? What else could possibly cause his suddenly nervous antics?

A sudden attention to detail sprang to the witch as she considered what could make Mort so hesitant over all this.
Maybe he was just still worried about the bite from earlier? (But everything had been going so well on that front!)
Maybe he was just nervous because he'd never had a girl sleep in his room? Well, Belladonna had certainly never slept in a boy's room, but she was perfectly fine about all this.
Maybe it was how little clothing she was wearing? Still, she had on a t-shirt and her bloomers, there wasn't much else to see. In fact, she was technically wearing more since her whole chest was covered and not just the important bits. Usually she sported quite a lot more cleavage and--
The corner of Belladonna's mouth twitched, about to dart up into a devil's smile in a few moments. Unless it was something else entirely.......

"Fiiiinnneeeeeeeee." Belladonna issued with a heavy sigh. She hopped up on tip-toe to press on last kiss to him before she turned tail and almost dived into the bed. Mostly she just hopped on top and snuggled up close to Lanna. It took her a few moments of wiggling about to get under all the blankets, but they were so warm and comfy that it ended up being worth it in the end.
With a small sigh, the witch laid back onto the pillow, the blankets pulled up to her chin and her whole body tucked happily into the bed. All that was missing was Mort. But Belladonna only turned her face toward him and gave him a small smile.
"I'll be fine, thank you. Hopefully I won't have to get up during the night. If I tripped on you that'd be horrid!"

Once the light had been switched off, Belladonna turned onto her side so that she could attempt to spy Mort in the darkness. It didn't work. The room was pitch black, much blacker than her own room and she couldn't see a thing except the small, glow-in-the-dark stars still glued to the ceiling. But they were so small that they didn't give off enough light to even pretend to see by.
"Goodnight." Belladonna whispered, unsure if Mort was quick to fall asleep or one who took a bit more time.
It was still a goodbye, still something she hated, but for whatever reason... It wasn't so bad tonight. It wasn't the sorrowful thing she made it out to be. He was only an arm's length away. She could have dropped her hand off the side of the bed and probably brushed his hair. It was tempting, but he had been so nervous before that Belladonna only curled her hands under her chin.
Well, actually she rolled over, grabbed Lanna and curled her into her chest. If she was going to get one last night with the pup, she was going to make it count!
As the witch drifted off to sleep, she wondered if Binx would be angry that she hadn't come home that night...

It would have been unfair to call Belladonna a morning person, as she didn't rise particularly early, but she also neither rose particularly late. She just rose whenever her sleep was done. It would also be unfair to call her a good riser, because well... She tended to grumble a lot about being awoken. But once awoke, she was totally alright.
Unfortunately, this morning was not really one of those mornings.

"Laaannaaaaa... Stop iiiiittttttt." The witch mumbled from her cavern of blankets she had piled on top of herself. The room had grown increasingly cold over the night and while the witch was still a warm blooded creature, she needed the warmth of the blankets to combat the cold. But she also didn't need Lanna licking her face as way of a wake up.
"Hecate, do you wake Mort up like this?" Belladonna whined as she sat up, having to push a little harder to get all the blankets off her. Not many details immediately registered with the witch, so for whatever reason she instead only focused on the fact that her braid had partially come undone and one whole side of her hair had frizzed out horrifically. While it was unfortunate that the shirt had rode up a little and now sat bunched around her bust, leaving her stomach fairly exposed, Belladonna didn't bother with that. She bothered with pushing Lanna down.
And down meant onto the bed, where the witch spotted a figure on the floor.
It all came rushing back.

A tiny squeak escaped the witch before she could stop it, but Mort was too heavy in sleep to have heard it. Hopefully.
"M-mort? Are you... Are you awake?" Belladonna asked, tentatively and a little louder than normal. Hands quickly attempted to smooth down her hair as she would rather look nice than covered up, so she forgot about her exposed stomach. He looked so... So still! Was that normal?

"EEK!"
Belatedly, Belladonna reached for Lanna as she fell, suddenly horrified at how hard she had pushed the pup away. She hadn't meant to! Really!
With a long steam of apologies, Belladonna slid from the bed down onto the floor and next to Mort. Her hands reached out for the foxfire in a hug, hoping to cuddle her back to her favor.
"I am so, so, soooooo sorry." Belladonna cooed, her eyes wide as she begged for forgiveness. Never before had she seen the pup pout, so it was certainly a... strange (and vaguely upsetting) sight to behold.

As for the peaceful, yet rather dead looking boilfriend, Belladonna only frowned at him momentarily.
"He did say he was a heavy sleeper." She mused out loud, totally unafraid to speak her mind now that he was, apparently, not conscious to hear it.
An evil thought crossed her mind, but Belladonna only batted it away. No, that would be horrible. It wouldn't be the proper way to wake him, and it certainly would put a damper on their day.
But.... It would be pretty funny.

Sure to surpress the evil cackle that wanted to bubble out, Belladonna pulled down her shirt and moved her entire being so that she could press a kiss to his forehead, but have the rest of her body pointed away from him. Of course, this meant that she had to sit on her knees and lean forward, which of course meant everything leaned forward. Certainly she wouldn't press anything to him but her kiss, but still. She was... forward.
"Wakey wakey, Mort! Its time for, er... Brain eggs and bakey?" Um, did they make brain bacon? Or brain eggs? Those things sounded... Gross.

Sorry Lanna, but more hugs would come later. Perhaps after the witch had managed to wake Mort. Which like it would take a bit more time.
Belladonna heaved a heavy sigh and was about to give up when he rolled over. A tiny squeak escaped her as he brushed against a portion of her and with a quick slap to the offending area, Belladonna scooted back. Errrr, wait. Hadn't she just been trying to seduce him? (Sorta?) Yes, but a shoulder to the boob wasn't what she had in mind.
"Moooooooort. Wake up!"
Different tactic time! Belladonna rose to her feet and padded around to the other side so that she faced his back. That shoulder must have really done a number on her because she didn't bother to get back on his level. Instead, she poked his back with a socked toe.
"C'mon, lazy bones. I wanna go get some breakfast."

That didn't seemed to be working. Alright, back to Plan A. Or plan... DD? E? Eh, she'd stop counting after a while. Back to Plan 9 or 10. Yes. That one.
With a dramatic flop, the witch dropped to her knees and poked at Mort's back.
"Please wake up? Don't make me cuddle you. I will."
So she did. With another flop, Belladonna draped herself over the boy, lightly so as not to totally freak him out, but definitely to be a bit of a bother. Definitely in the way a very exuberant cat might flop onto their owner for a bit of attention. All the while, Belladonna simply couldn't stop the giggles from pouring out. This was all just too much fun! It was nice to wake up with Mort, even if he wasn't in the same bed. She could still get her morning cuddles in, right?
In case he hadn't woken by then, Belladonna finally flopped down behind him and placed her shoulder into the space under his shoulders blades, her head leaned against the top of his shoulder.
"Can we cuddle now?"

Belladonna woke up this early, that's who.
She certainly wasn't a morning person, but she was definitely an early riser. It was a wonder she got so much done, and now maybe Mort would realize why.
In any event, she was only slightly put off by his... Less than enthusiastic wake-up. Since Lanna had woken up the witch, the witch fairly assumed that the pup did this every morning, but to Mort. Seeing as that wasn't the case, Belladonna only flopped her head onto his pillow with a sigh.
"Go back to sleep then."
Yet regardless of his answer, Belladonna hopped up, heaved a blanket from the bed and tossed it down over Mort. Another hop brought her back to his back, where she crawled under the blankets and cuddled up to him. Just because they hadn't slept together didn't mean they couldn't cuddle. So they did.
Well, at least Belladonna did.

It took a bit of time before she finally dozed back off, her face pressed to the small spot between his shoulder blades. Despite the chill of the room, the coolness of him lulled the girl to sleep, while she pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Lanna would most undoubtedly dislike this, but Belladonna ignored her in favor of curling a hand into Mort's shirt. No offense Lanna, but these cuddles were a bit better.

Of course, Belladonna had now entered the light sleeping phase and any sort of movement (save for Lanna) would probably rouse her and her vast quantities of ever frizzing hair. Granted, now that she had fallen back asleep she would wake more groggy. But even as she dozed, she made plans to go get some breakfast and let Mort sleep more. Surely she couldn't sleep for more than another hour. The witch just didn't work like that.

A soft mumbled whine was her first reply. It had only been a few minutes so the witch wasn't totally asleep yet, but she had dozed quite nicely and was now rather reluctant to move. Maybe she'd wake up a bit, but Mort was so comfy.
"I thought you were going to sleep more..." Belladonna mouthed into his shirt, her eyes still closed.
To say she was totally oblivious to his sudden freeze in movement would be a bit of a lie, because she did notice but it didn't bother her. It would not be a lie to say she did not realize the reason for his freeze either. Still unaware, the witch only scooted closer. Well, as close as she could get really.

"Lanna woke me up... She licked my face. Does she do that to you, too?" Her voice was a bit thick, but getting clearer with each new word and sentence. Maybe they could just lay here like for a little longer? Cuddled up together. It was still early, so they could rest for a bit before they went and got breakfast. They had plenty of time...
The witch blinked at the second use of her name and fully opened her eyes.
"Did you sleep ok?"
A slice of panic hit her and she fully remembered his trepidation from the night before. Before, sleep had clouded her decision making skills, so it was alright to cuddle. Now, as sleep faded from her mind fueled by a bit of fear, Belladonna almost pulled away.
But... He's so comfy...