Coffee n drama

One bed

"Hey, sooo I know we aren't there yet but can I sleep with you?"

"Hold up, we haven't kissed yet, I am not ready." He freaks out, trying to formulate his thoughts while I blush. I didn't mean THAT.

"No-no I mean like just sleep, cuddling, I don't know what it is called." He looks up much more relaxed. In a small voice I continue. "I can't sleep alone and its been days since I rested." 

A nod is all the confirmation I need to jump on the bed and put the huge comforter all over me. He looks at me wide eyed at how fast I got comfortable and slowly reaches towards the bed. I make no move to make space which in hindsight was a extremely rude but he doesn't care so why should I?

"Make some space, you are talking up the whole bed," he grumbles. I shift a bit, wiggling with the comforter and barely move an inch. Too tired to move. He sighs and then yanks it of me. Then lies half on the bed and in the air so he pushes me with his hips till I am forced to move.

With a tired sigh, he puts his hands around my waist to stay on the bed since I am heavy and he has no energy to move my ass on the other side. Nor do I have the energy to move and my entire body has relaxed in the position. He doesn't pull up the comforter so I painstakingly take hold of it with my right hand, first searching for it without looking then sitting cause I have no choice but to get from the ground. 

I smack him on the chest before bringing it up and closing off the lights. He scoots closer for the blanket and I glare at him which even if he can't see, he can feel. Struggling and moving too much doesn't make me feel bad for him, it makes me feel annoyed. Go to sleep dude.

Finally feeling too tired to let this go on, I open the comforter and he snuggles in, basically hugging me. Oh he is so cold. We both lay there in silence, none of us asleep. It is kind of weird to sleep with your new partner in your case. Especially when I was so hellbent to work alone. 

Nevermind now, his ideas are sometimes okay too.

"Go to sleep, I can feel you thinking." His muffled voice startles me from my thoughts. I sigh and try to relax. Slowly, my body begins to feel the exhaustion of staying awake for more than a 24 hours. 

Just before I fall into sleep, I hear a soft 'good night.' 

With a jolt, I wake up to a hand on my bare waist. Then I realize, a whole body is against mine. My whole guard is down and I have no way to move, am I kidnapped? What's going on? The sudden urge to pee hits me. What a timing. I wiggle my hand out and rub the sleep from my eyes. After blinking and adjusting to the dark, I notice where I am and my brain gets the kickstart it needs.

Atleast it is not the nightmares this time. 

After some struggling to break free from his hold, I give up. Way too tired and still sleepy for this.

"Move." I poke his bicep. He stays still like the ocean. 

"Get up, I need to pee." He snuggles more towards my neck, seeking the warmth. The night is kind of cold. 

Now I am getting annoyed. First, I gently push his arm away which comes back up in no time. Is he awake? This way I can say I was gentle first. Next, I yeet his hand off and push my lower weight up, twist around and straddle him. Instead of waking up with a startle, he just laughs and lays down, looking up at me. 

"You sleep like the dead you know?" He starts, assuming I can wait for a conversation. I can't.

Rushing to the bathroom, I finally pee in peace or so I thought.

"What are you doing in there." He screams from the bed. WHAT WILL I DO IN HERE other than peeing? Hence, I don't reward the idiotic question with an answer.

"Did you fall asleep?" His voice sounding as if he is convinced that its a possibility. If I don't answer him, I know for a fact him will march in here, completely sure of his assumption.

"I'm peeing you idiot." I yell back and wash my hands. Slamming the door open, I march to the bed and proceed to kick him of the bed. He groans and whines but I take the comforter and let my sleep take over again. 

The next time I wake up, the room is a bit brighter and he is again sleeping on me. This time it doesn't bug me because without my sleep induced brain, I realize, its the first time I have had a peaceful sleep. No nightmares, no sudden disturbance because of a mission, no random stabs while I am asleep. I finally woke up without a head ache waiting for me.

I reach out for my phone and somehow get hold of it. The time tells me, I have for the first time in my life, slept for more than 8 hours. Lets not count the times I was in a coma because of medications or something like that.

He must be a light sleeper because my moving around wakes him up. He groans and tries to fall asleep again, not realizing, its not a pillow he is rubbing his head against. There is only 2 places where I still have fat and he is sleeping on one of them right now. I debate on what to do and finally decide to let him be. I could use some extra sleep too.