Prompt/AU: "Imagine your otp spooning and person a is about to fall asleep when person b quietly whispers a pun into their ear"
Pairing/Characters: Stiles/Charlotte
Sleeping in the same bed as Stiles had become somewhat of a natural event. I don't know when it started, it could have been back when we encountered the Alpha at the school or it could have been when I was really, really ill and he decided that he wasn't needed in class. I wasn't really sure. But either way it had become a routine of ours whenever the other didn't want to be alone.
I guess you could say we didn't have a set way of sleeping, we were both very fidgity people; one minute i'd be lying on my back, the next Stiles would be curled around me or I'd be half way off the bed feet at the pillow end. It was hectic to say the least.
I could, however, say with certainty that cuddling up to him was one of the most enjoyable things in my life; He was always warm, always soft, and always comfortable. Whether it was just having him curled around me or having his fingers stroking the skin of my arms, it was always relaxing.
So it wasn't uncommon to find myself at the Stilinski house in the middle of the night wrapped up snugly under the covers of Stiles' bed. His arms were tightly wound around my waist and his breath was light against my ear.I was honestly grateful for the large output of heat the boy had because it was exceedingly cold outside. I had finally begun to experience American winters and Jesus Christ I though England was cold.
I was about ready to finally drift off and count some sheep when a whisper reached my ear from bowed lips "Do you think Scott's barking mad…" It was said so quietly that had it not been dead silent I wouldn't have heard it.
The pun was terrible, the randomness was excruciating and the grin in his voice was delightful. I burst with a laughter so loud that I was worried i'd woken the Sheriff. Dear God, Stiles. The cackle slowly subsiding into light giggles, arms pulled me tighter against him, and I found myself drifting off again. Except this time no werewolf puns were whispered in my ears, no jokes were shared, and I actually managed to fall into a deep slumber. ere shared, and I actually managed to fall into a deep slumber.