Unfair Battle
She has no idea how, but somehow every time they sleep together he ends up taking up the whole bed. He tosses and turns and kicks, and the blankets turn into a tangled mess at their feet, and then of course Pikachu has to snuggle in too, and she's lucky if she's left with enough space to move without tumbling to the floor.
She fell asleep with her head on his shoulder yesterday evening. But now it's morning, and he's lying sprawled across the bed, snoring soundly, arms and legs spread in more directions that she'd think possible; and somehow he managed to push her in a corner so tiny that she had to curl into a ball to fit. She sighs and props herself on her arm (his fingers are tangled in her hair), and looks at him for a couple moments. Then yanks the pillow away from under his head, and throws it on his face.
He mumbles something, eyes still closed. She hits him with the pillow again, and finally he rolls to his side and cracks an eye open.
"Oww, what was that for…?"
She sits up and brings her hands to her hips. "You nearly pushed me off the bed," she informs him. He covers his face with an arm.
"Sorry," he groans. "Can I have the pillow back now?"
She hides it behind her back. "Not until you move away from my side."
He doesn't answer. She waits, frowning, and after no longer than a few seconds she hears snoring again. She smacks the pillow on his face one more time.
He reacts with an annoyed grunt. "Can you stop that?" he tries to protest, but he's still talking from under his arm so it comes out muffled and inarticulate. She breathes out.
"Would you mind listening to me? Just for a minute? I don't think I'm asking for too much, you know, considering you made me spend the whole night in a corner again, and sorry if I'm disturbing your precious—"
He moves his arm from his eyes to look at her; and all of a sudden he grabs her by the waist and tugs her down. She falls on him with a yelp and he kisses her, smothering her angry words with his mouth, and she can feel his lips curl in a smirk as he does. Feeling her face burn, she tries to push him away, but he traps her under his arm and kisses her again.
"I'm sorry," he says, his voice still sleepy. He moves to make space for her, then pulls her closer again. "Sorry," he repeats, laying another small dozy kiss on her shoulder; and she'd very much like to stay angry at him, but he buries his stupid gloating face in her hair and breathes slowly against her skin, and her rage falters at the edges, starting to melt away like snow in the sun.
"That's unfair," she lets him know. He replies with a mmh, half asleep again, and she lets out a tiny sigh before resting her head against his chest. Above them the morning sun draws pale rectangles on the wall. She'll let him win for this once, she decides, closing her eyes. She'll be angry at him another time.