Hate Me No Less

Answer The Question

Yuri P.O.V

"Shhhh keep it down. I don't want him hearing you", I whispered harshly.

"I thought you were supposed to come back home. Now your telling me that your staying over there. All I'm asking is if you need extra clothes", James asked.

"No, I'll be fine. I don't plan on doing anything tonight. I just want to go to sleep, but I don't want him driving me home. He said it's ok if I want to spend the night so here I am...in his room...on his bed-", I said twirling my hair around my finger.

"She's horny"

"Shut up! No I'm not", I said defensively. Why talk in third person? Was he talking about my-

"I didn't say anything", snapped James.

"Wait- shit! Call you later!", I hung up the phone as quick as I could, acting like it would've made a difference.

"I can explain-", before I could say another word he put his hand up signaling me to stop.

"There's nothing to explain. Here's some more water. If you want something to eat tell me now because once I'm sleep, I don't wake up until I need to"

"No I'm fine. Where do you want me to sleep at?"

"My first response to that would've been the couch, but since I don't have any clean covers as of now then I guess your stuck with me tonight"

"Meaning you and me are sleeping in the same bed"

"Yes", he turned off the lights and plopped himself onto the mattress.

"Oh well uh...goodnight"

"Night"

Is this bad? I mean I initially came here to get my socks, but now I'm in his bed...drunk...not tired at all and confused.

I don't have my pills. There's no way I'm gonna make it through the night without him thinking I'm some sort of creep that's watching him sleep.

"Your staring"

"Sorry. It's just uh- I cant go to sleep and I don't want to wander around your house"

"Get up"

"Huh?"

"Get up. We're going to the living room", he grabbed two pillows from his bed and the covers, motioning me to follow him.

"I'm confused"

"Here's some pillows and a blanket. The remote is right there on the coffee table. You can watch whatever you want"

"What about you? I thought you said you didn't have any clean covers?"

"I'll be fine. I just don't want you staring at me all night. It doesn't look like your falling asleep anytime soon, so this is best for the both of us"

"But-"

"Goodnight. I'll take you home tomorrow morning before I go on patrol. Be up or you will be here for another night. I don't like repeating myself", he turned around walking back to his room while I sat on the couch still confused.

"Ok"

*3 hours later*

It's currently 2 in the morning and I have yet to fall asleep. And to spice things up, I'm hungry. I can't just rummage through this mans pantry, despite how badly I want to right now.

My best bet is to wake him up. Didn't he say something along the lines of him not waking up unless he needs to? Well not to sound needy, but I feel like this is a bit crucial. I might starve to death.

I got up from the couch and slowly wandered to his room. I creaked open the door and I wasn't prepared to see a yellow caccoon on the floor.

Out of shock, a high squeaking sound erupted from my mouth causing whatever that was to fall on its side.

"You better have a good reason on waking me up", of course it's him. It just had to be him. I'm the queen of embarrassing myself.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know that was you. What is that thing?"

He sighed in annoyance and stepped outside of his caccoon, "It's a sleeping bag. Now what do you want"

He sure sounds irritated. Now I don't even want to ask him for food. He looks like he's ready to kill me.

"Never mind it's cool. I'll just-"

Before I could even finish my sentence I felt something restrain my hands above my head.

"Just in case I didn't make this clear earlier, I'm not a fan of repeating myself", did it suddenly get hotter in here? It wasn't this hot earlier.

His eyes were red and his hair appeared to be- floating?

"Oh uh- I was just gonna- was gonna ask to uh-"

"Do you do this a lot?"

"Do what a lot"

"Ramble"

"I'm not rambling"

"Yes you are"

"No I'm no-"

The restraints pulled me forward causing me to squeal in surprise.

"Are you calling me a liar", I could call you something else right about now.

"No! Not at all! It's just I don't have a handle on my words right now is all", I said shyly.

"Maybe if you spoke slower you would. Speak", demanding? Tall? Hot? Maybe I'm dreaming.

"This is a dream isn't it. I probably fell asleep on the couch watching that one movie. This is exactly why I don't watch sex scenes before I go to sleep", I laughed.

I was convinced that this wasn't real. It couldn't be. This was way to cliche to be real.

"You come in my room, disrupt my sleep, refuse to tell me why your here, and to top it all off...you stand in my face and tell me this is a dream. Now tell me this...does it look like I find any of this amusing.

His face twitched slightly, making him look three times hotter than normal. Plus it was dark. The mood was set. I was horny. The only thing stopping me from making a dumb move was the fact that I don't remember falling asleep. It's practically impossible for me to fall asleep without my pills. Not until a couple more hours.

"So...this isn't a dream?"