LIE IN WAKE
For the best part of five years, Asami and Bolin sleep in the same bed. It's a queen sized, kind of rickety old antique, with an aged mahogany headboard and wood carved decorations in the sides, but they both love it, for some odd reason.
It was the beginning of a lot of memories – the first time was when he found her crying after Mako had left her. She was upset, even though she had done her best to hide it; she wasn't the bulletproof, solid superwoman she presented herself as. It was the only time he had ever seen her cry. He had invited her into his quaint yet unassuming apartment room, although it was nothing like her enormous Sato mansion, and for some odd reason, they both end up sitting on his bed. They chat about everything from life to death and all in between, and at the stroke of midnight, she falls asleep with her head in his lap.
She never really enjoyed sleeping in her King size bed back at the mansion after that night. Eventually she never went back there to sleep at all.
Somewhere along the way, Bolin's apartment became her home, and he became her husband.
The old bed where it all began never really changed. They love the maroon bed spread, the fancy old headboard, but most importantly Bolin loves the way it smells like her, and Asami loves the way it smells like him.
With that being said, Asami can never understand why he doesn't really sleep in it the whole night through.
Bolin sleepwalks all around the apartment room. Sometime she'll find him lying on the couch with the TV clicked to a pro-bending match but with his head is lolled back onto a pillow and eyes closed. Or, she'll smell the aroma of pies wafting in from the kitchen only to find Bolin at the oven rather disoriented.
When he does stay in the bed, he's a total sheet hog. Even in the middle of a sweltering hot summer, with only a thin woolen blanket covering the both of them, he'll yank them from her side of the bed and roll over. In the freezing cold of winter, he'll do the same, but with the queen size blanket meant to cover the both of them. It leaves Asami wondering why she hasn't died of frostbite yet.
Not to mention, her husband grinds his teeth and snores occasionally. When Bolin is deep in slumber, it feels like she's sleeping next to a construction site. In the few short minutes of silence, Asami will attempt to fall asleep as quickly as she can, to escape the relentless droning.
She's thankful for him, though. She's thankful for everything he does, and everything he is. No matter how far he wanders from the bed, no matter how greedy for the blankets he is, no matter how hard he grinds his teeth or how loudly he snores, she always manages to fall asleep feeling comfortable, and safe.
And it's only because after all his sleeping behaviors have ceased, he'll roll over, unconsciously slip his arms around her, and hold her until morning.