chris alonso oneshots

tent troubles [ ❥ ]

"I hate this so much." Chris groans as she shuffles around in the sleeping bag, tugging at her thermals in the darkness of your tent. "I can't believe Deacon really talked us all into this."

"Technically", you reply groggily, shifting on your side as the uneven ground digs into your body uncomfortably even through the sleeping mat. "Deacon just talked Hondo into making this a mandatory team-building trip. He's the one you should be griping to."

"Believe me", your girlfriend huffs, wriggling her way out of the sleeping bag she's sharing with you to shuffle across the tent and grab a lamp that fills the small tent with light as she flicks it on. "I would if his tent wasn't all the way over there. I swear I saw a bear or something in the treeline when we got here!"

"If you don't shut up and go back to sleep, I'm gonna be a bigger threat to your safety than the damn bears." You groan, covering your sore eyes with your hands as she shines it towards you. She laughs, dimming it down and placing it in the center of the tent as she pads back to you, slipping into the sleeping bag again and cuddling up to you.

"There are nicer ways to ask me to get back in bed with you, y'know." She says wryly, but wraps her arms around you and pressed her face into your neck with a smile all the same.