Crazy In Love | Buggy

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"You've stolen my pillow, darling," a husky voice whispered from the darkness.

In my sleepy haze, my mind did not even register who the voice belonged to. In fact, I didn't even attempt to figure out whose voice it was. I was too comfortable, to content, to care.

The one and only thing that I thought was what a beautiful voice he has. His voice sounded as sweet as honey, a low silky baritone. It felt almost like a lullaby, soothing. It only served to make me more sleepy.

However, I forced my eyes open anyway. I could see absolutely nothing except black, pure darkness. It was nighttime, I realised. How long had I been asleep?

The same deep voice spoke to me again, "Are you awake? Your eyes are open. Please don't tell me you're one of those people who sleeps with their eyes open."

The second that this mystery voice cracked his little joke, I knew who it was. Buggy. I felt myself relax slightly knowing he was here with me. Strangely enough, despite being his hostage, I felt a lot safer in his company.

I realised I should speak. Reply to him, rather than leaving him in uncomfortable silence. My mind went back to his first comment, about the pillow.

"Your pillow?" I muttered out in a slurred voice. My sleepy voice definitely wasn't as sexy as his was.

"You must have thrown your pillow on the floor, and you've stolen mine."

I remembered then suddenly. "Mine was wet from my tears."

Jokingly, he teased, "That doesn't change the fact that you've still stolen my pillow. Do you seriously expect your captain to sleep without a pillow?"

I thought for a moment. If he was in a joking mood, I would join in, I decided. "We could just share."

I had said it as a complete joke. He, however, did not take it as a joke.

I was going to move, to hand him back his pillow but, before I got the chance to move an inch, I felt Buggy's weight on the mattress shift closer to me. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him pres up close to me, resting his head beside mine on the pillow.

In that moment, it felt as if an entire bucket of ice-cold water was dumped on me. All of my sleepiness had completely left, now I was wide awake. I had never felt more awake in my entire life.

Sure, me and Buggy had been sharing the bed for a while now. This, however, felt completely different from all of those times. In the past, we had slept on opposite ends of the bed. Well, I slept on the very edge of the bed. Buggy slept where and how he wished.

But never had we ever been this close to one another in bed before. The most upsetting part of the whole scenario, was that I didn't mind being so close to him. In fact, it felt quite natural.

Luckily for me, I was facing away from him, so there was no way for him to see my reaction. He was only about an inch off of touching me.

I knew it was my own fault for suggesting it, but I hadn't really thought he'd accept the offer to share. I tried to control my breathing, feeling blood rushing to my face from embarrassment.

There was the small part of me, the logical and rational part, which screamed to get the hell away from him, to jump out of bed and demand him to return to his side. But I didn't do that. I liked the warmth, the company. It had been so long since I had slept this close to someone.

I was ashamed of myself for allowing it, but I reminded myself that this still wasn't sexual. As long as I didn't cross that line, it was okay. That's the lie I told myself, any way.