WAKING UP!

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Your character is in a nice, warm bed, wearing their bedclothes (or lack thereof) of choice. It's comfortable, it's fluffy, and it's great...

Unfortunately, someone's in bed with them. They might roll over and accidentally cop a feel before waking up fully, they might notice the heat on their backs, but whatever the case may be, there's someone in there with them. They could easily remember the night before, how that happened, but...

Where's the fun in that?

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[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

_{[Sleeping quietly, shifting occasionally. One of his arms hangs off the edge of the bed.]}

[jediwiseass.livejournal.com]

[Say hello to the big spoon. Rolling over and wrapping an arm snugly around his stomach, she purrs happily in her sleep.]

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

_{[Mumblemumble.]}

Look at the size...

_{[Twitch. Someone is having fidgety dreams.]}

[jediwiseass.livejournal.com]

[Swattity swat.]

Mnjag, stoppit...

[Right back into snoring obliviously.]

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

[Tossed in the corner, neatly folded, is Arha's Jed-Eye cloak. Her flightsuit, which she is still wearing, is rumpled and half off, as she's sprawled half atop Wedge, her hair everywhere as she shifts to curl further into him. Her helmet is dangling from her fingers precariously.]

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

_{[Wedge kicks and shoves a bit, not used to having someone else in bed with him.]}

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

[Arha half rolls away as her helmet drops solidly onto the floor. She might have usually woken by now, but with the schedule she's been keeping, usual doesn't apply. She merely shifts, her arm flung across his waist and her fingers half curled into the blanket. Arha turned her lips against his collarbone and murmured something that might have been a page of her X-Wing manual.]

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Wedge stirs again, the unfamiliar weight of another body bringing him into a sort of half-sleep, half-awake state of being. He frowned, turned his head and bet a mess of red hair. Oh. Arha. They'd gotten in from the sims late last night after she had insisted he teach her astronavigation and...

And they had slept, bone tired, the both of them. He laughed quietly and drowsily ran a head throw his own tussled hair.]</sub>

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

[Sleep is no excuse not to learn. The stray words popping out here and there are definitely coordinates and possibly calculations, complex ones, and Arha's brow furrows and she curls herself against Wedge a little more. Maybe it's not just astronavigation she's dreaming about--it's more likely to be combat. Her fingers twitch restlessly and then she stills with a hitch of a sigh, her cheek buried against his chest.]