An hour, some cookies, and a bit of TV-watching later, the dynamic duo was preparing for parentally-imposed bedtime with teeth-brushing, hair-brushing, and a yawn now and then.
"So", Irma said after the preparations were all but complete, "now we face a little predicament."
"...and what would that be?" Her intrepid comrade asked.
"Well, first of all, because you didn't see fit to tell me that I was going to be sleeping here, I need something to sleep in and a spot to do so, don't I? I mean, you've got a nice floor and all, but..." She held her hands up and deliberately trailed off.
"Oh", Will responded, "I thought my bed would be the answer to both of those things." She sat on said bed herself and patted the pillow. "You looked so good in just that blanket, y'know..."
Irma smiled. "You're really getting into this, aren't you?"
"Says miss 'being-wet-would-suit-you'."
"Well, it just might..." the brunette girl walked over and sat as well. "As far as I can tell, you didn't stop being pretty since last week. And making your clothes cling to you would accent that"
Will hugged her friend with a smile of her own. "Yeah, yeah. Okay, let's find you something to wear. I think I've got another set of frog-print pajamas around here somewhere."
A pair of pretty blue eyes rolled in response, and after both a few minutes of searching and a change of wardrobe (during which Will dutifully left the room), the two of them matched quite well.
"You look absolutely priceless", Will said. "I'd give a lot for a camera right now."
Irma tugged on the pajama top - it was a few years old, and hence just a bit snug - but didn't seem worried about sleeping in it. "Yeah, you must be feeling pretty smug right now."
"Oh sure. The great Guardian of Water is going to grace my humble bed." Will waved a finger in the air. "Whoop-de-doo."
"Hey, I promise it'll be good. So long as there are no comments on bed-wetting."
"Consider it a promise."
"Good. Say, Will..."
"Hmm?"
"I was thinking..." Irma put on the same coy look she'd used earlier. "Tonight kinda.. y'know... gives us a unique opportunity. I've actually got you all to myself here, and... well... I'd like to try something. Something we've never done before."
"Erm..." Will paused a moment - the comment could have had any number of meanings in theory, but given the context... could Irm really be talking about...? It seemed ridiculous to think, but better safe than sorry. "What exactly are you thinking of?"
"Well," Irma said as she put a hand on Will's shoulder and motioned for her to lie back, "I was thinking about how nice it feels to hug you, and how relaxed I feel when your arms are around me, and when we kiss..."
Will had to agree with those sentiments; it certainly was pleasant and relaxing to give a physical aspect to that bond of trust and companionship between them that she was getting more and more comfortable with referring to as 'love'. With that in mind, she allowed herself to settle onto her back, with her arms at her sides. "Well, like what then?"
Irma narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Something like this." Then she proceeded to swing one leg up and over so that she was straddling the redhead's lap.
Though perhaps it should have, the phrase 'dejah vu' didn't manage to cross Will's mind as, for the second time that day, her ability to react was short-circuited and she blushed furiously.
Without missing a beat, Irma leaned over so that they were nose-to-nose. "Now, I really want to do this, but I promise that all you have to do is say the word and I'll stop. And no matter what", she whispered, "I want you to remember one very important thing."
"And..." Will hesitated as her nervousness was at least partially abetted by a bit of anticipation. They was no doubt about it - they were going to kiss, maybe even do more, and it was going to be wonderful. "...and what's that?"
In a whisper that was just barely loud enough to be heard and a smile that would have worried a demon, Irma replied; "That I'm the getter, and you're the gotten."
And with that, Will found herself being energetically tickled.