Semi-companion to the first one. Sally can't sleep. Angua is annoyed.
Sally tossed and turned on her half of the narrow bed, eventually waking up Angua, who had been peacefully curled up asleep.
"What?" the werewolf asked muzzily.
"How can you even sleep on this thing?"
"I close my eyes and stop thrashing around. Which you should try."
"But it's so uncomfortable!"
"We can't all afford feather-down mattresses or whatever the hell you're used to," Angua snapped irritably, annoyed at being awake.
"I'm used to a coffin, actually," Sally muttered, almost embarrassedly.
"Then sleep under the bed," the werewolf muttered, closing her eyes rolling and rolling over.
The vampire leaned over the edge of the bed to look. "There's a chew toy under there."
Angua's ears twitched involuntarily, disturbing her intended slumber. "So that's where that went."
Sally lay back and sighed. Angua rolled over again and curled against her. The werewolf's fair skin seemed tan in contrast to the vampire's moon-pale complexion.
The thick purple scent of Sally didn't bother her so much anymore. No more maddening than Angua's own heart must be to her.
Finally, pinned and placated, Sally drifted off to sleep.