Feuer zu Asche, Wasser zu Eis
-Three-
As Broken as an Airbed with a Leaky Valve
The bed's as broken as an airbed with a leaky valve and you're more concerned about other things? Where will we sleep? Am I talking to myself?
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"How the hell did we end up on the floor?"
Roy threw the indigo coloured covers off him and glared at their bed. Marth stirred, removed from his dreams at the sound of Roy's voice.
"'S wrong?" Marth stretched and looked at Roy sleepily.
Roy crossed his arms. "I'm pretty sure it's obvious."
Marth yawned and noticed that the carpet looked a little closer than usual; he then immediately thought of all the alcohol he had had last night and decided it was probably all in his head.
"I notice nothing."
Roy took Marth's hand and placed it on the blue carpeting as if to make a point. Marth didn't have to lean over the side of the bed at all.
"…Why are we on the floor?"
"Because we broke the stupid bed," Roy replied. "I know you're a sex god and everything, but I wasn't expecting this."
Marth nuzzled Roy's neck and ran his fingers along the inside of Roy's arm.
"We can always have sex on the floor."
Roy scoffed. "What would the neighbours think?"
Marth nipped at the pale skin at the base of Roy's neck now. "Who cares? It's not like we're in public or anything."
"Our bed is as broken as an air mattress with a leaky valve and all you care about is whether or not we can still have sex?"
"Point. We've done it on the floor anyway."
Roy flushed. "…We need to get a new bed."
Marth shrugged as if he didn't care. "Not right now we don't. Maybe… Maybe next week some time."
"So you just expect us to sleep on the floor?"
Marth nodded. "You sleep on top of me anyway, so nothing will really change for you."
And before Roy could object any further, Marth shut him up with a kiss.