Eleven

Chapter Seven: Cake

A/N: Writing this chapter has now inspired several different one-shots, but I'm going to practice some self-restraint and try to update Surviving Sang next.

Chapter Seven: Cake

Something was tickling my nose.

It felt almost like a feather, but heavier. Vanilla and butterscotch engulfed my senses, and a smile spread across my face as I realized who was napping with me.

Gabe's chest was solid against my back, one arm wrapped underneath my head as a pillow while the other lay haphazardly on my side. Luke's butt was pushed snuggly against my front as I spooned him.

My eyes grudgingly fluttered open to see his bare back blocking my vision, the ends of his blonde mane teasing my nose as his head was thrown back with his face aimed towards the headboard. I could guarantee his mouth was wide open as soft snores escaped him.

I huffed, the blonde strands billowing out for a moment before coming straight back to attack my face.

A sneeze escaped me, taking all of us by surprise as Gabriel grabbed my side.

"Wuzzat?" Luke mumbled sleepily, stretching his body against me with a yawn. His butt pushed deeper against me, and I understood why the boys told me to stop teasing when I stretched in the mornings. It may not have the same affect on women, but geez he was pushing pretty hard.

"Shit, Luke, watch it," Gabriel grumbled, and I realized Luke's actions had been pushing me harder against Gabriel. I let out a soft snort at Gabriel basically telling Luke to stop pushing against his groin.

"Bumble-zoomy-zoo," Luke mumbled what might've been an apology, ending his stretch and snuggling back against me. My arms were wrapped around his waist, and the right one had definitely gone to sleep awhile ago.

"Luke, why are you never the big spoon?" I whined, blowing his hair away from my face again, only to glare when it came right back.

"Spoon-wumble-woo," Luke answered groggily, and my eyes narrowed at his hair.

"You know your hair always tickles me," I reminded him, burrowing my head against his back to avoid said hair.

"You know I like to be held, Cupcake," Luke explained sleepily, finally managing to find words. "It makes me feel like a cuddly teddy bear."

"Or a girl," Gabriel snorted into my hair.

"Plus, we all know Gabe's morning wood is smaller and less of an annoyance to you in the mornings. I'm just being considerate," Luke responded solemnly. "Mine would be harder to ignore, and probably inside of you by now."

"Hey, watch it," Gabriel exclaimed, throwing a hand out to chop Luke on the head. Unfortunately he didn't reach far enough, and his hand bounced off my eye.

"Ow!" I yelped in surprise, blinking both eyes as Gabriel shifted to sit up.

"Oh shit! Sorry, Sang," he apologized, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss beside my eye. "I was aiming for that bastard. I'm so sorry, Trouble."

"What happened?" Luke asked quickly, finally turning around and getting his hair far away from my face.

"I accidentally chopped her in the eye," Gabriel explained, leaning closer as he examined it. "No idea how I missed your big head. I don't think it was that hard, but we should get some ice on it just in case. Stop any swelling."

"Let's go find an empty kitchen, so nobody asks questions," Luke nodded, bending his head to kiss my nose before slipping off the side of the bed. "Looks like we missed dinner, anyways."