You love to nap.
After a hard day at work, and just before having to start dinner, you like to take a little catnap. Nothing too long- just an hour or so. That's just enough time so that you feel energized, but not too much that you wake up feeling more tired. After that sort of snooze, you're usually all hyped up and ready to finish the day. So as soon as your front door is closed, you make a beeline for the couch. Like clockwork you grab the little orange throw blanket from the back of the love seat, snatch the matching throw pillow from the recliner, and plop down on the couch. After a little adjustment you're all snuggled up and comfy. It doesn't take long for you to start to doze off.
Just as you're about to fall asleep, though, the front door opens. It's not an overly loud sound, (whoever just entered is taking great care to be quiet), but to your sleepy ears it sounds as loud as a gunshot. You try to block out the soft 'click' as it closes, as well as the little 'pat' each following footstep makes, and you do pretty good at it too. In a matter of seconds you're on the brink of blissful sleep again when another interruption pulls you away. Try as you may, you just can't ignore the fingers that brush away some hair from your face. Nor can you keep the smile from your lips as you slowly open your eyes.
"Hey," you whisper when you look up to see your bonefriend smiling down at you. His orange hoody stand out in the dim light, making it easy to identify him. As if the loving caress wasn't enough.
"Hey," he replies softly. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake ya. But since I did, mind if I join?" As he asks this, you're already moving so that there's more room for him. After taking his shoes off, he slides on to the couch behind you and slips under the blanket. It takes a second or two of shifting around until the two of you are comfortable. Your back is against his chest, and he has one arm draped around your waist while the other rests under his head. You can't help but sigh contently as you sink back into peaceful sleep. Others may not believe it, but spooning with your boyfriend is quite comfortable. It makes you feel safe and loved.
But there's usually a catch when it comes to spooning with your bonefriend. He can never keep his hands still. The hand that was previously resting on your hip is now tracing a path of small circles up and down your side, and slowly inching its way towards your stomach. Once there, it slips under your shirt and traces patterns directly onto your skin. It would be relaxing if it weren't so ticklish.
"Pap, that's not sleeping," you giggle while lightly swatting his arm. His chest rumbles with laughter, and he nuzzles the back of your neck. His hand doesn't stop its tracing, and is slowly making its way further up. You feel like you know where this is going, and open your mouth to say something when a sudden noise distracts you.
The front door slams open, making you both jump. His hand quickly returns to its position on your hip, and you adjust your shirt just as said door slams shut. A flurry of blue and white runs towards the kitchen, exclaiming excitedly about something pertaining to tacos. You're confused for a second before remember that today is Tuesday, which means you're cooking tacos for dinner. With a chuckle you turn around in your bonefriend's arms and give him a quick kiss.
"Sounds like that's my queue to get up," you whisper while trying to untangle yourself from Pap. The arm around your waist tightens, and you're quickly pulled back into a tight embrace. Skeleton kisses are peppered all over your face and head, making you squeal with laughter. He doesn't stop showering you with kisses until Sans comes running out of the kitchen.
The little, blue ball of energy quickly makes his way to the couch before stopping and placing his hands on his hips. You and Pap stare up at him, you with an impish look and Pap with a 'I'm-not-doing-anything-wrong' look. Sans narrows his eyes at you, before breaking into a wide grin.
"Brother, release the human so she can make us tacos! The Magnificent Sans is hungry!" Sans exclaims, placing his hands on his stomach dramatically.
"You are looking a little boney, brother," Pap respond with his deep, relaxed voice. Sans lets out a grunt of annoyance in response to the pun, and moves to grab your arm. With one last skeleton kiss, Pap releases you and lets you be dragged into the kitchen by Sans.
