Huffing, Adrien shifted over the sheets—until he was lying on his back. You should come over here, he thought quickly. Blinking up into the darkness, he tapped his fingers on his chest and waited. It was kind of like texting, this whole thought-sharing thing, only with much more than just words.
While he laid in the darkness listening to Nino snore nearby, he put his focus on the churning that wavered just barely outside his own thoughts. Mari was keeping somewhat to herself, but was still present enough that he could tell she was deliberating. There were no shields, but she was keeping her distance.
He frowned.
I know you want to, he added. Her "consciousness" had been creeping closer and closer to his since they'd turned in for bed. Granted, he'd been reaching out to her in the same way, but that was beside the point. What was important, and making it difficult for Adrien to sleep, was that it'd been days bordering on weeks since he'd slept without Mari and having her so close yet not with him was making him anxious and fidgety.
He could sleep without her, of course, but she wasn't keeping her thoughts to herself and neither was he, which only kept reminding him that she was just a room away and that, generally speaking, he preferred to cuddle her while he slept than not.
Is that really okay? She eventually asked.
Who cares? It's just Nino and Alya.
That's true...
More wavering deliberation. Adrien yawned.
Seconds later, the feeling of her consciousness retreated completely, but there was no sense of rejection, and so Adrien listened and waited. He was rewarded when he heard the soft clicking of a door beyond his room. Shortly after, his own door was quietly opened, Adrien turning over as she closed it behind and silently padded up to his bed. Lifting the sheet, he welcomed her as she slipped up beside him.
"Why, good evening, My Lady," he whispered, both of them grinning as they snuggled closer. Until they were lying face to face, Adrien reaching up to slip his arm around her waist while she tucked herself up against him. Noses nearly touching, they giggled quietly, both unexplainably jittery.
"Hello, Kitty," she murmured, one of her fingers twirling over his t-shirt. "I'm glad to see you're dressed."
"Are you? I thought we'd already established that you preferred me with my clothes off."
"Well, preferences aside, I'd rather the shared admiration of your... exhibitionist-like attitude be limited."
"You saying you want me all to yourself?"
"I'm saying that any more from Alya about the the state of your manhood might just put me over the edge."
He barked a laugh. "She was talking about my 'manhood?'"
"She was... offering to give me detailed descriptions."
"I could send you a mental picture, if you want," he offered, waggling his eyebrows.
She pursed her lips. "You start sending me mental-dick-pics and I'm going to leave."
He laughed again. "I would never do you the dishonor, My Lady."
Which she knew perfectly well and so quickly overcame what Adrien knew was feigned sourness in order to giggle, her legs kicking lightly into his own beneath the covers.
"I swear to god," starting, both Adrien and Mari leaned up and glanced across the room, "some of us are trying to sleep here." Nino's silhouette was sitting up on the other bed, no doubt looking their way.
