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Todd and Kyle smash like rabbits

A/N- Sorry.

When Todd first introduced the idea of sharing a bed to Kyle, she had to admit: she knew what it would lead to. Her intentions, though, she insisted they were purely practical.

Well. Mostly. There wasn't really a scientific manner in which to say I want to be protected by my abnormally large alien girlfriend. Thankfully, the winter months provided her with some sort of excuse. The proposal went quite simply, with Kyle humming a short "m'kay" before turning back to what she was doing. Sometimes, sometimes, Todd found it nice not to be questioned.

It only dawned on her Kyle had seemingly no concept of the word 'privacy' or what it entailed when she watched her partner strip down (Which she was allowed to do, by the way. She had done her research.) into nothing but a pair of boxers accompanied by tacky fuzzy socks. And Todd didn't know what was worse: the fact that she wore that to bed regularly, or the fact that she thought it was a suitable choice for sleeping with someone for the first time ever.

"It's December." Todd stated flatly.

Kyle let the rest of her clothes drop to the floor. "It sure is."

"And you're wearing.. that." Intended to come out as a question. Like she could even be surprised.

"Yep." The other struck a quick pose, arms flexing. "Why? Are these guns too much for you to handle?"

Todd ignored this. "The least you could do is put on a bra or something."

"A br--" Kyle then realised what she was implying, looked down at herself and chuckled loudly.

"Oh christ, Kapesh. Don't tell me you've never seen boobs before."

"Ekaterina!"

"Hey, hey, calm your tits." Kyle snorted at her own joke, like a true douchebag. "I just want to be comfortable, alright?"

"You could be perfectly comfortable with a shirt on."

"Yeah, well, you could be comfortable too without that ridiculous fucking costume."

Todd clasped at her lime green martian onesie (complete with authentic antenna) in horror, sheer offense scarring her face. "This is couture, I'll have you know!"

"It's cultural appropriation, that's what it is." Kyle folded her arms. "You ain't got position to tell me what to wear when you're wearing such racist shit."

"It's not racist, you moron."

"You're not the alien here, are you?"

"For the love of--" Todd scrunched her nose.
"Fine. Whatever. You win. I'm an extraterrestrial racist. Now hurry up and get in here. I don't really care what you're wearing. I'm just cold."

Kyle acknowledged this with a triumphant grin, edging herself onto the bed and quickly unhinging her amputated leg before burrowing into the cool white sheets.

She was face to face with Todd now, dark eyes fluttering innocently. "Isn't this romantic?"

"Not particularly." The latter hid most of her face behind the blanket, sneering up at the woman next to her. "And that's your fault."

"Wh-- My fault? You're so mean to me, Todd." Kyle complained. "Maybe I'll just go back to my fucking home planet and leave you here on your own."

Todd rolled her eyes, holding back a smirk. "Yeah. Go back to Mars, or wherever you came from."

"I'm telling the other aliens how bad you treat me." Kyle said, turning onto her back. "Hope you enjoy getting vaporized."