Authors Note: I just found this in my notebook, I vaguely remember writing it at 5am on no sleep so it's pretty shit, but anyway, hope someone likes this.
...
After a long day of squabbling with obnoxious guests, all Basil wanted to do was sit in the drawing room with a glass of whiskey and a newspaper, with the TV on in the backgroumd.
Basil wasn't a big fan of watching the TV that Sybil was so adamant they needed, however he discovered it was a nice way to unwind after a particularly unpleasant day. He locked the front door and headed into the bar to retrieve a very full glass of his favourite drink.
But as soon as he went into the drawing room, he saw that Sybil had beaten him to it. She was laying stretched out on the small settee, but given her tiny stature, there was still enough room for him to sit comfortably, not that he wanted to, mind, she was watching one of those soap operas she seemed to love so much. He stood in the doorway for a few moments, weighing up his options.
"Either come in or go away, you're letting the heat out."
He decided that he would go in. He sat himself down on the half-sunken settee and took a sip of his drink. As soon as he got comfortable, she had rested her legs in his lap, trapping him in place. He soon noticed that he had forgotten to bring in his newspaper, but not wanting to cause an argument with her whilst she seemed relaxed, happy even, he sat in silence and watched whatever it was that was playing on the TV, he found that it wasn't as bad as he had assumed, not that he would admit it, but he actually quite enjoyed it.
After the third episode began, he noticed that Sybil was snoring softly, in a way that he actually found cute, he didn't know why, he usually hated it or found it extremely annoying, but they had been getting on recently (aside from the odd argument) and he actually started appreciating the small things about her.
He gently rested his hand on her leg, which made him realise how cold the room had gotten, careful not to disturb her, he reached over the arm of the settee and pulled a blanket from an old box which he used to gently cover her up.
Despite how cautious he was covering her, her eyes still snapped open.
"Sorry, dear, I didn't mean to wake you." he told her, she nodded and smiled a bit. "I'm going to go up to bed now" she replied, switching the TV off and making a start to stand up.
Basil beat her to it, he toom her into his arms and princess carried her up to their bedroom, she was far too tired to get defensive and demand to be put down so she just buried her face into his chest and just let him get on with it.
When they had changed into their pyjamas and got into their seperate beds, she turned to face him "I could have walked up them stairs on my own, you know" she said, sleepily. He smiled softly "I know, dear."
She smiled too, "Goodnight, Basil."
"Goodnight."