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here's an itsy-bitsy drabble unrelated to the last. hope it's at least a little better.
It's 2am and Riley just wants to sleep. Of course, Gabriel, being Gabriel, is intent on being a nuisance.
She directs her attention to the arm currently preventing her from slamming the door in his face, trying her damnedest to ignore his pleading expression. "C'mon, Princess. Don't look so sour. It's just one night. You won't even know I'm here."
It's a lie and they both know it. "No, Gabriel."
"Lillian won't be happy if she finds out the woman assigned to protect Her Majesty's Most Secret Weapon let him sleep on a roach-infested mattress."
She sighs and reluctantly steps away from the door, because he's right, and because of course they would arrive at a motel where the only two available rooms are either (a.) way too small or (b.) a formicophiliac's quite literal wet dream.
"Fine. Just be quiet and don't touch anything."
Ignoring the way his eyebrows wiggle suggestively, she huffs and shuts the door behind him, crossing over to the bed and sitting before he can even think of doing the same. "You get the floor, though. I don't care if a colony of microscopic insects claim you as their new territory, I'm not letting you hog the blankets. Again."
He ends up with most of the covers, anyway. The thieving bastard.