A/N: So this is a bit of fluff my muse thought was needed. It spills over into the next chapter as well, so it's not a singular event :)
Also, seeing as this is the 50th chapter for this fic (yay!) I wanted to say thank you to the 86 readers who follow this, the 54 people who favourited this, and everyone who contributed to the 151 reviews so far :)
Thank you to annavale23, Maddison1803, and changingdestiny40 for your reviews for the last chapter! :3 Much appreciated!
Skye woke up dizzily. Her head was hanging over the edge of the bed, her legs sprawled across the mattress with one under Kara and the other over Grant. Sleepily bringing her head up was a challenge, but she managed to get a look at the other two while they still slept. She would have giggled if she didn't feel so weird.
Her leg on Grant was her left one, crossing directly over his groin, while his legs were at odd angles. His right was bent, the knee pointing towards the top corner of the bed, and the left was stuck straight out in the other direction. Kara was also lying on that, her torso covering the limbs, but Skye's leg was pressing against her breasts. A glance back at Grant had her focusing on his head. It was pushed up against the headboard, looking like it would give him a sore neck when he woke, and his face was angled to the right slightly, almost touching the pillow.
A groan brought Skye's attention back to Kara, who was stirring. A yawn later, Kara started pushing herself to her hands and knees, tucking her left leg in from dangling off the edge. Her sleep-filled eyes blinked wearily as she began to make sense of her surroundings, and her gaze fell upon Skye watching her, a little more awake then herself.
Glancing at the state of their sleeping positions, she looked back at Skye. "I swear we went to sleep lying in a row."
"Yeah…ah!" Skye nodded, then the pain from holding her head up made her drop it back down again.
"Sore neck?" Kara asked, stifling another yawn.
"Uh-huh." Skye agreed, leaving her head where it was. "You still sound really tired, though. What time is it?"
"Please tell me its early morning." Kara moaned, checking her watch. "Ah, yes. Half-past two." She sighed in relief.
"Of course it's early." Skye muttered, mostly to herself. "Grant's usually up before anyone," she glanced over to the man in question as she sat up, grunting with the effort. "And he's still snoring like a baby."
"A greedy baby." Kara rose to her knees and started shuffling back up the mattress. "The jerk's taken the middle of the bed. I don't wanna look like his mistress."
"Who's gonna see us?"
"I am! And I find it weird…he's family, but he's brotherly family." Kara shuddered at the thought. "It's you two who're the turtledoves."
"So we're going from chosen family to birds?" Skye asked, half-amused. She got off the bed and grabbed Grant's leg. "Grab his other one." She told Kara, indicating the other lower limb. "He's gonna insist on driving and he can't really do that comfortably with a crick neck."
"Sure." Kara took hold of Grant's left leg. "One, two, three!" On the third count, the girls pulled, successfully yanking the heavyweight down the bed enough so that his head lay properly on the pathetic excuse for a pillow. "Wow." She looked at Skye dramatically. "He didn't even wake up."
In their exhausted states, the girls somehow found that extremely funny, falling onto their backsides as they collapsed with laughter.
