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Sleep, or the Four Times Nancy and Jonathan Fell Asleep Together and the Fifth Time They Didn’t

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The first time it happened, Nancy had come over to The Byers house on a Saturday afternoon to do homework with Jonathan, well... to help him with his math homework, he had been having trouble with it and Nancy was quick to offer her services. Jonathan had said yes almost too quickly.

So she was sitting on the couch in the living room, she had not been over here that often, but the place did not look the way it did over 6 months ago. That was good. Jonathan was getting her a drink, he had offered her water, cocoa, juicy juice, she decided on the last one, and he got up and darted to the kitchen as fast as he could.

There was music playing low and their textbooks were spread out on the coffee table. She shivered just a bit, ran her hands up her arms, she thought about getting her jacket again. but it was by the door.

Jonathan was walking back with two glasses in his hand, he handed her a glass and she smiled “thank you.” She said before she set her glass down. She rubbed her arms again and got ready for him to sit next to her so they could start.

“You’re cold?” Jonathan asked.

Nancy looked up, “oh no-“ she didn’t get to finish, he was darting down the hall already.

Nancy waited, wondered what he was doing. He reappeared with a thick cardigan; it was dark blue, looked worn. “Uh… here.” Jonathan walked up to her and gently brought it around behind her and draped it around her shoulders.

Nancy quickly felt warm, pulled it around herself more, and slipped her arms in the sleeves.

“I hope that helps.” Jonathan said as he rubbed a hand on his pant leg.

Nancy looked up at him, “it does, thank you, let’s get to work.” She patted the cushion next to her.

Jonathan sat down, and picked up his textbook. They got to work.

An hour later, Nancy was yawning lightly and stretching a bit, Jonathan had leaned back on the couch, and his eyes were getting heavy.

Nancy could tell, “hey, no snoozing,” she poked his side; his eyes snapped to her, she smiled slightly.

“I’m not snoozing, resting my eyes,” he smirked slightly, and then he closed his eyes again.

Nancy rolled her eyes, she went back to her book, but she found herself drawn to his body heat, close to her on the couch, she could also rest her eyes, everything she was reading was blur anyway, she sat back and rested her head on the back of the couch.

She shut her eyes and scooted just a little bit closer to Jonathan.

..

When Joyce got home, it was dark outside, just past 10pm, she walked through the front door and was ready to call out to Jonathan, let him know she was home. She froze, she found Jonathon all right, and she raised an eyebrow.

He was on the couch, head resting on the back, legs propped up on the coffee table, and Nancy Wheeler was snuggled up to him with her head resting on his shoulder and her arm across his torso. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his cheek was resting on the top of her head as they both snored softly.