Connor Temple was many things. A genius, the hottest palentologist in existence, a superhero buff, and a self-certified nerd, but above all; he was a bed hogger. The whole queen sized bed was mostly taken up by the man who couldn't stay still if his life depended on it. The blankets were fought over often, Abby would steal them, he'd steal them back and it went on night after night, every single minute. They had tried several times to rectify the issues, such as getting seperate blankets for themselves, but still...Connor felt the need to steal hers too. She loved him, absolutely adored the man to bits and pieces, but the bed hogging...wasn't her favorite part about him.
It was three in the morning when she felt the blanket be ripped off her body and a grumbling Connor talking about how a Hershey bar was going to get him.
"That's my blanket..." She mumbled sadly, curling up into a ball to try to warm herself up.
"Stoppppp," Connor whined in his sleep. "Abby, it's going to eat me because I took a bite out of it!"
She smiled just a bit before avoiding the punch in the face she almost had gotten. Her Connor Temple. Her nerd, her superhero buff, her genius, the hottest paleontologist in existence, her sleep-talking bed hog. Abby kissed his neck, watching him shiver and turn towards her. She loved him.
Story inspired by Abby repeatedly saying "That's my blanket..." in the first episode of series four. :D