A/N: Alas, the big moment has risen. Confession. Folks, it is time.

Chapter Summary: It's been bothering Rayla for weeks now. She just has to come out and say it, or else she never will.

Word count: 1,543

Compromise

Rayla realized it was getting increasingly difficult to avoid Callum these days. What with the fact that, they travelled together the entire day and what not. After making it across the borders of Xadia, their pace gradually slowed. And with good reason. Security in Xadia was ten times greater than that of the human kingdoms, and so patrol scouts were a constant issue for their party. Couple that up with the multiple towns along their way, the two decided caution and pacing would be a better approach. So each day began with a decent trek, then ended around evening with a decent camp set up in either a clearing or cave. Rarely ever would they make the risk to rest in an inn, mainly because of their low income or lack thereof.

Regardless, that meant a good approximate twelve hours of their day was spent with the two going on a stroll with a baby Storm Dragon. Zym would casually saunter between the two, perkily yipping and smiling at every possible turn. Callum remained simply enamoured with every piece of scenery they came across. The flora and fauna became notes of his that he wished to sketch one day, and the towns exerted this energetic culture he seemed to envy. Rayla knew her companions were enjoying their travelling.

But she was struggling. Not because her partners were a nuisance, or were slowing her down. But because a recent development of their very first night in an inn, set a large fire inside Rayla. Now, each and every night she made an effort to delay or progress themselves to the point where taking residence in a town or village was not an option. Because while she loved sleeping in beds and wrapping herself up in nicely made blankets, she just had to avoid the discomforting thoughts that came with staying at an inn. She had to avoid them at all costs.

"Hey Rayla, you said the next town's only two hours away right?" the artist suddenly spoke up. Her face slightly dropped, but the boy was a foot ahead and was set on looking forward. "I bet if we hustle we'll make it just in time for sun-down!" He offered a warm smile as he glanced down at Zym. "Whattya think buddy, think we'll make it?" An excited yip from him was all he needed to hear. "What about you Rayla?"

She smiled at him. "Uhh, I suppose so," she answered. "But, are ya sure ya can make it? I don't mind sleepin' outside."

Callum shook his head. "Nah we can do it. Besides, I know how much you love the beds in the inns!" He laughed as he began hurried his pace, waving both Rayla and Zym to follow. "Plus, gives me more of a reason to try out my elf impression!"

Rayla rolled her eyes. "Fine fine," she chuckled. "But I'm so not witnessing that embarrassment again! This time, I'm talking!" she shouted as she ran after the boy.

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"One bed again… huh?"

Rayla's luck was just terrible.

Callum awkwardly laughed as he set his bags down on the nightstand beside their bed. It was pathetically small, most likely intended for one person, but they didn't exactly have spending money for a two beds nor a bigger one. "Whelp, maybe this means the blankets are softer?" the boy suggested as he began feeling the material laid out. His face grew into a smile. "Ooh, Ray, it is soft!" he said in awe.

She forced a smile at him. "Are… are ya sure ya're comfortable sharin' with me?" she gently asked. "I-I can sleep on the floor, we do have camping gear after all, it wouldn't be any worse than a cave—"

"Pfft, c'mon," he casually waved his hand, "I know you prefer the bed! Besides, we've slept in worse conditions right?"

Rayla's face flushed as she recalled the last inn. A shared bed, a small blanket, a very, very close embrace—

"Rayla?" She met his concerned stare. "You okay? You're kinda red."

She shook her head. Her cheeks were really warm. "O-Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she awkwardly smiled. She rubbed her arm as she made her way over to the bed. "It just looks cramped is all."

Callum's face fell into a frown. "Hey, if it bothers you that much you know I can sleep on the floor—"

"No!" His eyes went wide. Rayla shut her mouth as she took a deep breath. "I… it's fine. We can share. But… ya can go to bed first. I'll keep watch for bit, just to be safe." She turned around and walked over to the window, intently focused on avoiding—and ignoring—Callum's gaze. She was doing a terrible job at hiding her problems. "Callum, go to bed," she ordered.

He sighed. "Rayla… just tell me, what's bothering you?"

She turned around. "Nothin'."

"Nothing?"

"Nothin'," she affirmed.

"Really?"

"Really," she gritted her teeth.

Callum smugly raised a brow. "Your tone suggests otherwise…"

She stomped her foot. "Callum!"

He raised his arms. "Don't get all mad!" He laughed. Zym took the opportunity to jump up into the bed. "She's being ridiculous, right?" Zym tipped and left his tongue to hang. "See? Zym agrees!"

"No he doesn't," Rayla frowned.

Callum rolled his eyes. "Well he certainly thinks your being weird." He shot the dragon another look. "Right?" Zym nodded, then rolled over on his back, offering his belly up to Callum. He easily complied and began scratching the young prince's stomach. "Now why can't you tell me what's bothering you?"

Rayla sighed. "It's… complicated…" she muttered under her breath.

"What?"

"I said it's complicated!"

"How so?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because it is!"

He frowned. "Then I'll sleep on the floor."

"No!"

"Then you want to sleep on the floor?"

"Yeah—I mean, I'd prefer not to but—"

"Then what's wrong?" he asked. Rayla stopped herself from shouting in frustration as she saw the innocent expression plastered on his face. She realized she wasn't exactly being open about her issue, and so she wasn't exactly helping. "If it's about sharing, we've done it plenty of times already. Heck, we've even done it in caves too even though we didn't need to!" He smiled. "I think we're comfortable enough around each other to the point we can handle sharing a bed."

"That's exactly the issue!" she screamed.

Zym startled at the pitch and shot yo on his feet whilst Callum jumped in his seat, clearly shaken from her scream. The two merely stared at each other for a moment, Callum confused and Rayla red-faced. Zym glanced back and forth between the two, curiously expecting some sort of development to occur. After a good moment, Callum rubbed the back of his head. He let out a laugh as he looked at Rayla. "I'm… sorry?" His smile seemed to grow as he innocently shrugged. "Guess I never considered that sharing a bed with my girlfriend would be such a problem?"

Rayla released a long and annoyed groan. "No it's not because of that, ya idiot," she barked, ignoring the smugness laced within his smile. "I'm just… ugh!" She crossed her arms as she kicked the dust at her feet. "Nevermind, it's stupid," she mumbled as she walked over to the other side of the bed. "Let's just sleep!" she suggested after she blew out the candle and sat down at the edge.

Callum chucked as he leaned over across the bed and knelt behind her. "Ray…" he softly teased, "c'mon…" He wrapped his arms around her, offering a small peck at her cheek.

She sighed once more. "Fine…" she relented. Turning around, she faced him with resolve as he backed away to create some space. "I wanna be lil' spoon tonight."

He stared at her, befuddled. "What?"

"Nearly every single night we've… cuddled, ya've been the lil' spoon. I wanna be lil' spoon," she asserted more defensively. "One night ya tossed over and I… like being lil' spoon," she admitted with a small smile.

Callum raised a brow and opened his mouth.

"But I know ya like it too!" she quickly added, lowering her head. "So I don't wanna take that away from ya, because I also like spooning ya too…" she hastily muttered under her breath. "So… I'd just… I'd prefer if we can make a compromise…" As soon as she looked up she regretted it.

Callum was trying so hard not to laugh, it looked like it was hurting his face. She scowled at him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he hastily apologized. "But…" he snorted. "Rayla… c'mon, it's us," he smiled, "of course we can work out a compromise!"

She let out a sigh of relief, then smiled. "I… I know."

Callum laughed as he laid down on the bed, patting the empty space in front of him. "Now c'mon, we'll sort out the Spoon Schedule in the morning—"

"Don't call it that."

"—for now, allow me to cuddle with my girlfriend," he cheekily declared.

With a happy nod, Rayla slipped into the comfort of her boyfriend's arms, signing contently as he slipped his arms around her. Being a little spoon was a pleasure. She'd confess to that any day.

A/N: Okay yeah so nothing new, I copped out of an actual confession once again. I'm sorry, but I'm not! It's just way too fun to have them beat around the bush about something so small compared to the actual problems they have to deal with. Plus, I wanted to write about how the topic of their whole... "Spoon Schedule" came to be because a lot of you seemed to like how they do that! And here it is!

Now, tomorrow is Sunrise/Sunset kiss. This one will be a continuation from the sunrise/sunset prompt I did for Rayllum week, so it's now a twoshot. Be sure to follow on tumblr for posts and all the like!

Until next time,

- Bleh