This image has been swimming around in my head for a while, and since I'm in the writing mood, I thought, why not? Although I'm not entirely happy with it for some reason… The title comes from shenanigans with my sister.
I do not own Beyblade.
P.S. I'm thinking about going back and fixing all the errors in previous drabbles to improve their quality, since this isn't a story that will be finished any time soon. Opinions?
Cuddle Couch
Max stirred from his slumber, hearing the telltale creak of the stairs. He hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep. He frowned slightly, remembering the evening's events.
He heard a sigh, and the padding of bare feet crossing the hardwood floor of the living room. Mariam sighed again – he could feel her eyes boring into his back. He knew she knew he was awake.
After some hesitation, she spoke. "I didn't want you to sleep on the couch, Max."
He stretched and rolled over to look up at her.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep. I was just going to give you some time to cool off."
There was a moment of awkward silence where each avoided the other's gaze.
Mariam rolled her eyes and climbed over the back of the couch. "Move over – this is my punishment for upsetting you and being upset with you."
Max did as he was told, and Mariam made herself comfortable between him and the sofa. He smiled when she pulled him closer to her and snuggled up against him. Then she just lay there, breathing deeply.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled after a moment, burying his nose and lips into her hair.
"Me too," she whispered.
He unraveled himself from her to kiss her soundly on the lips. "I love you." Even in the dark he saw her smile.
"I love you, too, Maxie." She curled against him again, nuzzling her face into his neck. "But let's not tell Judy we had our first post-marriage fight – she'll make something out of it."
Max chuckled, and Mariam smiled.