The two stared at each other in determination from across the room, swords drawn, bodies tense. The blanket lay folded neatly between them. In this situation, the only option was complete possession.
No words were needed.
The sharp ring of sword against sword rang out through the night.
Dawn.
The combatants warily circled each other, looking for any weaknesses. Fresh bruises were beginning to purple as the only sound to be heard was their labored breathing. Their eyes, though showing fatigue, were no less determined than they had been hours before.
The blanket, once folded, now lay in indistinguishable tatters around the room. Useless.
Finally, words.
"I am NOT sharing a bed with you."
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You didn't really expect them to cooperate, now, did you? And since they kept active through the night, they couldn't freeze to death. And no, that's not cheating...
