I was somehow woken from a deep sleep. The type of sleep where your body still lags behind, you're muscles are still relaxed, your vision fuzzy, and you're not sure if you could move even if you wanted to. For a few moments, the only thing your mind can zero out on is the need to go back to sleep. Finally, you become awake enough to ask what you woke up in the first place. I shifted a bit, feeling something heavy draped over my side. That put me on red alert, a sudden boost of adrenaline dragging me of out my dreamy state.
I blinked, remembering I was in Rivet City again...I'm in my hotel room...I locked the door before going to bed...So theres no way- a soft snore interrupted me. Oh. I looked down to see the 'Thing' draped over my side was an arm. Butch's arm. My mind was finally catching up. There was only one room open...I said it'd be fine to share a bed with that boob as long as he stayed on his side of the bed. Look how well that plan turned out.
I was slightly relieved...Slightly. If I moved his arm, he could wake up and it'd be weird...weirder than it already was. It's his fault anyway. I didn't see him as a snuggly guy. From the sound of his snore, Butch sounded pretty dead to the world. Maybe I could just slowly...
Butch whimpered a bit in his sleep, pulling me closer. He shoved his face at the base of my neck. I froze. Not sure what to do next. It was quiet for a moment, then Butch started to snore again, his breath sending a shiver down my back. I wasn't used to close contact, not sense I'd left the vault anyway. I began to relax, accepting my fate. At least he wasn't crushing me or something. In a small part of my mind, I was somewhat enjoying it. I was finally warm for once and, human contact didn't seem to be that bad.
I stared at the wall for a moment, trying to figure out if my feelings about this meant anything. Closing my eyes, I decided they didn't. I was just lonely in a way. It was just human nature...right? I gave up rationalizing. Maybe if I went to sleep, Butch would eventually move away and in the morning we'd wake up like nothing happened. I took a deep breath in and let it out, relaxing into Butch's warmth.
I was nearly asleep when Butch shifted again, stretching this time. I felt him freeze, all his muscles tensing. I focused on keep my breathing even, eyes closed, so he would think I'm still asleep. A few tense moments went by. It could have been a few seconds, or a few minutes.
Butch rolled over, his warmth quickly leaving. I stole a glance behind me, his back was too me. He was so close to the opposite side of the bed I'm surprised he didn't fall off. Settling back down again I hugged my pillow, trying to forget what just happened.
A/N
This idea has been stuck in my head for weeks. I'm sorry. I had to get it out.
