"It's just for tonight and only tonight. Because I'm being nice and sharing my bed with you. I swear to God, if you snore, I'm going to murder you, chop up your body, and feed it to the garbage disposal." Shit, that's an intense mental image.
"I don't snore. I don't think," I say, trying to recall if I do. No one has ever mentioned it, so I don't think so. But I hope that even if I do, I can cut it out for this one night. I'd rather not be chopped up and fed to the garbage disposal if I can help it.
"You'd better not," she says and then sighs. "I have a spare toothbrush under the sink just in case. No one's used it, so knock yourself out." Wow. Toothbrush privileges. I'm moving up in the world.
"Be right back," I say and head to her bathroom. I've used it plenty of times, but not quite in this context. I decide that snooping in the medicine cabinet is a dick move, so I just go for the toothbrush and figure using her toothpaste is implied, since I don't happen to have any. I'm just squeezing it onto my new toothbrush when the door opens and she walks in.
"Hello? Heard of knocking?" I ask. She rolls her eyes.
"I've had your dick in my mouth. Multiple times. I'm not going to see much I haven't seen before." She reaches around me and grabs her toothbrush, ripping the paste tube out of my hand as well and smearing it on her brush. I guess we're doing this?
So there we are, both brushing our teeth at two in the morning, and it feels like I'm in a whole other universe. This level of intimacy with Freya is making me freak out just a little. Maybe this staying over wasn't the best idea. But then she shoves me aside so we can share the tiny sink and she smiles at me with toothpaste dribbling down her chin and I realize that this is pretty fucking special.
* * *
Once we're both done with our nightly rituals and back in bed, I hold out my arms.
"We have to spoon. That's part of the rules of sleeping with me. I like to snuggle," I say, wiggling my eyebrows.
She rolls her eyes but slides over until her back is pressed up against my chest and her hair is in my face, and I tentatively drape my arm over her stomach. She quivers a little at my touch, but then takes a breath and settles her head more firmly into the pillow.
"I'm probably going to spread out because I'm used to having a bed to myself. Hope you don't mind," she says.
"Not at all." She can fucking sleep on my face, and I'd be fine with it.
I'm not closing my eyes yet. I'm going to sit here and watch the way the little strands of her hair move when I exhale. She sighs and snuggles just a little bit closer. I have to lift my chin, and she tucks herself right under it. I hope she doesn't move her head or she's going to knock my teeth out.
She wiggles just a little bit more and then stills. I wait as her body relaxes and her breathing gets more even and deep. I'm tired as fuck, but I don't want to sleep because I don't want to miss this.
Sleep has its own agenda and not long after I tell myself I'm going to try and stay up, my eyes shut and the next thing I know, there's an alarm ringing and a blond firecracker cursing in my arms.
"Fuck, I hate mornings," she says, her voice rough with sleep. So fucking sexy. I release my hold on her and she turns around.
"Hi," she says, grinning at me.
"Good morning, Luna," I say. She doesn't stop the smile that appears when I say her nickname.
"Did you sleep okay?" she asks, brushing some of her hair out of her face. It's literally everywhere. How did that happen?
"Yeah, I did. It was nice holding onto you." I actually don't feel like shit this morning, despite only sleeping a few hours.
"Ditto," she says, stretching her arms over her head, shoulders and elbows cracking. Since we're well into our season, we're allowed to take one day off running each week. Today is going to be mine and Freya's day. Otherwise, I would be calling out, because there's no way I'm dragging my ass down to the field house right now. This house could burn down around me and I wouldn't leave. Unless she came with me, obviously.
"I hate eating first thing in the morning, but if you want to make yourself something, go for it." She yawns and closes her eyes. I have the suspicion that it takes Freya quite a while to actually wake up, judging on how she is when she shows up to run.
"I think I will," I say, and reluctantly let go of her. She says she doesn't like to eat first thing, but who can say no to breakfast when it's delivered to you in bed?
Since I know my way around Freya's kitchen, I get some pancakes going with minimal noise. I peek in on her a few times, and she's dozed off again. I try not to be too smug about the fact that she's rolled over to the side of the bed that I was on and is all starfished out, limbs going everywhere. Still heartbreakingly gorgeous.