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~*~ Kiss From A Rose ~*~
~*~ Five: Bedtime ~*~
By the end of that day, using some close surveillance on Lizzie's ex-roommate Melissa by Miranda, they'd managed to get most of Lizzie's stuff out of her former place and into Gordo's. To celebrate, the ordered a pizza and vegged in front of the TV.
Miranda was sprawled out on the floor, pillows strewn underneath, on top of, and around her. "You look like Bed, Bath, and Beyond exploded," Lizzie observed, picking up the remote once the end credits of the TV movie they'd been watching ended.
Miranda only grunted into one of the pillows.
"What're you guys up for?" Lizzie asked, channel surfing at a moderate pace.
"Meh," Miranda contributed, accompanied by a rousing "Dunno," from Gordo.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Thanks. You're so helpful." She opted for an infomercial and settled back against the pillows while three pairs of eyes glassed over slightly, brains deteriorating slowly from the amount of crap they were watching.
Lizzie yawned; finding out the truth about her scummy roommate, moving out, waking up in Gordo's bed, sneaking back into her apartment, and spending the afternoon at the mall was more tiring than she would've expected. Not aware of her action, lost in a comfortable state of semi-consciousness, Lizzie was leaning to one side, and her eyes fluttered opened when she realized her head was resting on Gordo's shoulder. "Ehh," she said sleepily, glancing up at Gordo, whose eyes were fixed on the TV, not fully awake either. He either didn't notice Lizzie's intrusion --which was pretty much impossible unless he *was* asleep-- or simply he didn't mind. A lazy smile flashed over Lizzie's face, and she dozed off again.
It wasn't that being around Gordo was *boring*, because she could talk to him forever about anything and everything. It was just that being around him was so incredibly comfortable that she could fall asleep and not have a problem.
Miranda glanced up at them, taking in Lizzie's head on Gordo's shoulder, and she smiled, getting to her feet and then shaking the two of them awake gently. "Yo, Lord and Lady We're-Just-Friends. I've gotta work in the morning, so I'm out, okay?"
They blinked, becoming conscious. "Mm, yeah, work, go," Gordo said, yawning. "Check. Call later?"
"I'd hate to call," Miranda said, rolling her eyes. "I might *interrupt* something."
"Please, Miranda, when are you going to give up this little tirade of yours?" Lizzie said. "Gordo and I are just friends. Okay?"
"Keep saying that, maybe someday it'll come true," Miranda said, shrugging into her jacket. She leaned over and kissed Gordo's and Lizzie's cheeks. "Ciao for now."
"Bye," they chorused lamely, their voices etched with sleep. Lizzie lifted her head to look into Gordo's eyes. "You gonna go to bed?"
"You mean I'm not in bed already?"
"You're on the couch."
"I can sleep on the couch." He yawned and then added unnecessarily, "I don't wanna get up."
"So don't get up," Lizzie said, "I won't wake you." She turned down the volume on the TV and leaning her head against the soft back of the couch. As time progressed, Gordo fell fully asleep, and leaned to one side almost comically, before finally collapsing, using Lizzie's lap as a pillow and lost in dreamland, oblivious. Lizzie smiled and lazily ran her fingers through his curls, being lulled to sleep by the soothing voice of the female infomercial presenter.
When she woke up, it was about three in the morning, and Gordo's head was still on her lap. They were clearly very still sleepers, seeing as how neither of them had moved in several hours, nor had they done much moving the previous night. Lizzie smirked slightly, recalling her troublesome, sleepless nights as a youth.
Lizzie gently angled her body and slid out, being careful not to wake Gordo, which she didn't. She substituted a pillow under his head, then padded into the bedroom and crawled under the covers, not bothering to change. The sheets and pillows all smelled distinctly like that Essence of Gordo she'd marveled over the night before. She felt so at home that she didn't even feel guilty about taking the bed.
She thought about how much time she and Gordo had spent lately, just lying around each other. While she knew it wasn't true, it *seemed* like they spent more time asleep together than awake together. It was like she'd told him at the mall, that comfortable routine. Your true best friends were measured by how much silence you could have between you, and what volumes that could speak. Sometimes Lizzie never had to say a word, knowing that Gordo would just read her mind and know exactly what she was thinking. Sometimes she wondered if he could read her dreams, and she didn't think she'd be surprised if he said that he could.
Just as she was settling her head against the pillow and pulling the covers up, she saw a shadowed figure looming in the doorway. "I didn't mean to wake you," she said softly.
"You didn't," he answered. "Mind if I join you?"
"Plenty of room," she said with a smile, scooting over to one side of the bed. Gordo looked at the lump of sheets, then shook his head slightly, hair bouncing. "Be right back," he said, disappearing into the bathroom and then reemerging a few minutes later just dressed in a pair or sweatpants. The shadows danced across his bare chest, and Lizzie smiled at him through a sleepy haze. "You sure grew up, Gordo," she muttered as he climbed into the bed.
"You too, McGuire," he answered. "Couple years ago, if I even suggested sleeping in the same *room*, you'd've freaked out and started administering cootie shots."
She laughed slightly and kissed his forehead. "Night, Gordo."
~*~ Kiss From A Rose ~*~
~*~ Five: Bedtime ~*~
By the end of that day, using some close surveillance on Lizzie's ex-roommate Melissa by Miranda, they'd managed to get most of Lizzie's stuff out of her former place and into Gordo's. To celebrate, the ordered a pizza and vegged in front of the TV.
Miranda was sprawled out on the floor, pillows strewn underneath, on top of, and around her. "You look like Bed, Bath, and Beyond exploded," Lizzie observed, picking up the remote once the end credits of the TV movie they'd been watching ended.
Miranda only grunted into one of the pillows.
"What're you guys up for?" Lizzie asked, channel surfing at a moderate pace.
"Meh," Miranda contributed, accompanied by a rousing "Dunno," from Gordo.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Thanks. You're so helpful." She opted for an infomercial and settled back against the pillows while three pairs of eyes glassed over slightly, brains deteriorating slowly from the amount of crap they were watching.
Lizzie yawned; finding out the truth about her scummy roommate, moving out, waking up in Gordo's bed, sneaking back into her apartment, and spending the afternoon at the mall was more tiring than she would've expected. Not aware of her action, lost in a comfortable state of semi-consciousness, Lizzie was leaning to one side, and her eyes fluttered opened when she realized her head was resting on Gordo's shoulder. "Ehh," she said sleepily, glancing up at Gordo, whose eyes were fixed on the TV, not fully awake either. He either didn't notice Lizzie's intrusion --which was pretty much impossible unless he *was* asleep-- or simply he didn't mind. A lazy smile flashed over Lizzie's face, and she dozed off again.
It wasn't that being around Gordo was *boring*, because she could talk to him forever about anything and everything. It was just that being around him was so incredibly comfortable that she could fall asleep and not have a problem.
Miranda glanced up at them, taking in Lizzie's head on Gordo's shoulder, and she smiled, getting to her feet and then shaking the two of them awake gently. "Yo, Lord and Lady We're-Just-Friends. I've gotta work in the morning, so I'm out, okay?"
They blinked, becoming conscious. "Mm, yeah, work, go," Gordo said, yawning. "Check. Call later?"
"I'd hate to call," Miranda said, rolling her eyes. "I might *interrupt* something."
"Please, Miranda, when are you going to give up this little tirade of yours?" Lizzie said. "Gordo and I are just friends. Okay?"
"Keep saying that, maybe someday it'll come true," Miranda said, shrugging into her jacket. She leaned over and kissed Gordo's and Lizzie's cheeks. "Ciao for now."
"Bye," they chorused lamely, their voices etched with sleep. Lizzie lifted her head to look into Gordo's eyes. "You gonna go to bed?"
"You mean I'm not in bed already?"
"You're on the couch."
"I can sleep on the couch." He yawned and then added unnecessarily, "I don't wanna get up."
"So don't get up," Lizzie said, "I won't wake you." She turned down the volume on the TV and leaning her head against the soft back of the couch. As time progressed, Gordo fell fully asleep, and leaned to one side almost comically, before finally collapsing, using Lizzie's lap as a pillow and lost in dreamland, oblivious. Lizzie smiled and lazily ran her fingers through his curls, being lulled to sleep by the soothing voice of the female infomercial presenter.
When she woke up, it was about three in the morning, and Gordo's head was still on her lap. They were clearly very still sleepers, seeing as how neither of them had moved in several hours, nor had they done much moving the previous night. Lizzie smirked slightly, recalling her troublesome, sleepless nights as a youth.
Lizzie gently angled her body and slid out, being careful not to wake Gordo, which she didn't. She substituted a pillow under his head, then padded into the bedroom and crawled under the covers, not bothering to change. The sheets and pillows all smelled distinctly like that Essence of Gordo she'd marveled over the night before. She felt so at home that she didn't even feel guilty about taking the bed.
She thought about how much time she and Gordo had spent lately, just lying around each other. While she knew it wasn't true, it *seemed* like they spent more time asleep together than awake together. It was like she'd told him at the mall, that comfortable routine. Your true best friends were measured by how much silence you could have between you, and what volumes that could speak. Sometimes Lizzie never had to say a word, knowing that Gordo would just read her mind and know exactly what she was thinking. Sometimes she wondered if he could read her dreams, and she didn't think she'd be surprised if he said that he could.
Just as she was settling her head against the pillow and pulling the covers up, she saw a shadowed figure looming in the doorway. "I didn't mean to wake you," she said softly.
"You didn't," he answered. "Mind if I join you?"
"Plenty of room," she said with a smile, scooting over to one side of the bed. Gordo looked at the lump of sheets, then shook his head slightly, hair bouncing. "Be right back," he said, disappearing into the bathroom and then reemerging a few minutes later just dressed in a pair or sweatpants. The shadows danced across his bare chest, and Lizzie smiled at him through a sleepy haze. "You sure grew up, Gordo," she muttered as he climbed into the bed.
"You too, McGuire," he answered. "Couple years ago, if I even suggested sleeping in the same *room*, you'd've freaked out and started administering cootie shots."
She laughed slightly and kissed his forehead. "Night, Gordo."