Warped Reality

Chapter 3

Marinette

"Psst."

Someone nudged her foot, and she whined, rolling over.

"Wake up."

Suddenly it registered that was not her father's voice, and she shot up, her eyes wide as she stared at Adrien.

"Having a nightmare?"

"Well you're still here. So yes, I suppose I am." She answered groggily, pulling the blanket back up to her chin as she turned on her side.

"I'm switching with you."

"What?"

"I want the couch."

She rolled her eyes, settling deeper into the blanket.

"No."

"Why?"

"You made your bed. Lie in it."

He tugged on the blanket, and she grumbled in response, holding it tighter around herself.

"I'll lay right here next to the couch if you don't go take the bed."

"Aww, you scared to be by yourself?" She murmered, her eyes growing heavier and heavier.

"More like I can't stand the bed. Come on Marinette switch with me."

She rolled over to face the back of the couch, and he grunted in annoyance. It was his own fault. He wanted the bed so badly he could have it.

"I'm not above carrying you in there."

"You're not above anything."

"Fine. We'll share the couch."

Her eyes shot open at that, turning to glare at him in the darkness.

"Excuse me?"

He moved to the other end of the couch, slipping under the edge of the blanket, his legs settling against her back.

"If you think this will make me move you're mistaken."

His legs were incredibly warm, and she fought the terrible urge to lean back against him.

"Whether you move or not. I'm sleeping on this couch."

She growled in annoyance, before settling back against her pillows. The thought of literally kicking him off the couch popped into her head, but sleep claimed her before she could ponder that thought any longer.

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She awoke to the soft sound of someone snoring gently, and she held her breath. She was laying on his chest. Hadn't she gone to sleep on the other side of the couch last night? Had he moved to her side or had she deliriously crawled over to his end? She opened her eyes, staring out at the livingroom. She was definitely not at her end.

Why the hell was she laying on top of him? Why had he let her do it? Some sick power play to get inside her head? Well she wasn't about to let that happen. No sir, not her.

She shoved off of him, startling him awake. Good. Good for her.

"What time is it?" He asked groggily, and she huffed, standing up next to the couch.

"How should I know?"

He closed his eyes at her tone, bringing his hands up to rub his face.

"Not a morning person?" He asked, and she held back a sarcastic remark.

How dare he act like he didn't know why she was angry? Had he completely missed the reason he had woken up was because she literally jumped off of him?