Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Rating: a safe-ish M
A/N: More a day in the life of…trying to get my numbers up. April/May story #3.
Bed Hog
Ino loves her bed. She loves the sheets and the duvet and the fluffy, crisp pillows she lays her head on the nights she's at home. She especially loves that she can cocoon and burrow her body so that it is the exact perfect temperature for slumbering. It is her heaven, and she never has a bad night's sleep.
Except- -which is the fatal word, here- -except when Kiba spends the night.
God, that Kiba. Bed hog is just being nice. What happens when Kiba spends the night is a hostile takeover of her bedspace. She is relegated to a slim margin of the mattress, while his long, heavy limbs invade each corner. If she's lucky, she can find a semi-comfortable position that allows her to doze.
That's not all. When Kiba crawls under the covers, he doesn't fall asleep. No, he drops into unconsciousness with a swift sureness that is a not a little unsettling to her. He snores, too. For a shinobi, he can get a racket going enough to be heard miles around.
Of course she loves Kiba. That is a fact that she can't hide from or convince herself otherwise (try as she might). He is, to be frank, her brand of hunky burning love. And burning is right. His body radiates heat like a campfire on a chilly night, like a roiling pit of lava in an active volcano, like the solar flares on the sun. It's as though all that energy he exudes during the day has a replenishing source that simmers under his skin. The heat is constant. It is so constant that her temperature is thrown off and she ends up sweat-soaked and wide awake staring at the shadows on her ceiling and none of it is a consequence of great sex.
That's fine. Perfectly okay. Really. It's peachy. But when Ino is trying to sleep and she's got a million things to do when she wakes up in four short hours, is it too much to ask to have some peace and quiet and goddamn space in her own bed?
Finally, annoyed, Ino grinds out, "Kiba. Roll over."
The snoring is interrupted; he mutters something, but no result. Instead, he adjusts himself closer, and Ino grips the side of the bed to prevent herself from being dumped on the floor. Frustrated and tired, she resorts to shoving her bony elbow in the tender flesh at his ribs. Again, the snores stutter, he shifts marginally and the snores resume with lusty bravado.
Ino has had enough. She'll have to use them. Her last weapons in her arsenal. With a smirk to herself in the dark room, she plants her frigid feet to Kiba's. A few seconds tick by and Ino thinks that perhaps her feet were not chilled enough. Then the snores cut off abruptly. Kiba flies half out of the bed with a choking cry.
"Gah! Woman! What in the hell!
All innocence, Ino wiggles into a more comfy position. "What's wrong, Kiba?"
"Your feet! Didja walk through freakin snow before bed?"
"Sorry. I was chilly and you were so warm and snuggly, I couldn't resist." She manages to insert a shrug into her sentence. "Come back to bed. It's getting cold again."
She feels his wariness as he slides back under the sheets and covers. This time, he turns to his side and stays the hell out of the middle of the bed. Pleased with the results, Ino sinks into bliss. Let that teach the bed hog.
A/N: A very, very VERY short vignette. I may revise or edit lightly in the future. As always, let me know thoughts & concerns. Love ya!
