Vanessa & Wade | Middle of the Night
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xp_logsVanessa gets sick of Wade being completely incapable of laying still and just sleeping already.
Wade was feeling twitchy. He couldn't get to sleep with Vanessa laying on the other side of the bed even though he was pointedly on top of the covers. She was just there. And he knew intellectually that she wasn't small or probably even cold, but he was dealing with this urge to sort of curl up behind her to make sure she wasn't cold... and that meant... he finally pulled himself off the mattress, comfortable though it was, and decided to check the suite's perimeter to make sure it was secure. They were on one of the upper floors, so entrances were limited, but people could always get creative or just go the traditional route and bust the door in at some unGodly hour of the night.
The weight shifting on the bed and then disappearing pulled Vanessa closer to consciousness. She was a light sleeper at the best of times but Wade had been very strange about the sleeping arrangements and she couldn't figure out why. It had keep her from sleeping as deeply as usual because she was acutely aware of him atop the covers and causing them to be completely unmovable. Now he wasn't there anymore and she promptly shifted and pulled the covers up higher while he was gone. She grabbed a pillow teetering on the edge and liable to fall off any moment and pulled it under the covers with her so she'd have something to cuddle, one leg hooked over it and everything. Once she was settled she started to drift off a bit again, though she was paying attention, waiting for him to come back to bed.
Wade checked the door, the windows, and the wall connecting the suite to the ones on either side of it, pausing to listen for any strange noises that might be coming through. He also checked the vents because paranoid was paranoid. Then he went back and checked the door again, just in case.
She could hear him moving. He wasn't near the bathroom and he kept moving. Annoyed, Vanessa cracked open an eye and watched him move around checking everything...including the door. Her growl never made it into a full fledged but rather vibrated in her throat. Then she pulled out the pillow she was cuddling and chucked it at his head.
Ducking before the pillow could make contact, Wade blinked at the spot on the wall that it had hit and then looked down at the crumpled mass of fabric and foam. "What?" He asked. He'd been quiet. He'd been careful - he'd even been trying specifically not to wake Vanessa when he'd gotten off the bed.
"You checked the perimeter twice before either of us passed out," she grumbled, voice muffled a bit due to her mouth being half obscured by her pillow. "You've already gotten out of bed once and wandered around. Why can't you be a normal paranoid person and just sleep with a bloody gun at hand instead of waking me up and keeping me half awake because you're stupid and refuse to sleep under the covers like a normal person?" She reached over for the pillow he'd been using and chucked that at Wade, too. "Go sleep in the tub. You'll be nice and secure and there will be no girl and no blankets to make you twitchy and then I can bloody sleep already." She was too tired and groggy for there to be much venom in her voice. Mostly Vanessa sounded really tired and slightly whiny.
"Oh," Wade said, blinking a little. "Sorry." He picked up both pillows and padded back over to the bed, then cautiously turned down the covers. It was kind of cold and he'd be more likely to migrate if he was cold, he knew. "Here, have your pillow back," he said, sticking it over where he thought her hands were. Then he climbed into the bed, beneath the sheets and everything, and let out a quiet sigh. Soreness and exhaustion tugged at him. The soreness, at least, would be gone in the morning. If he wasn't careful, though, the exhaustion would leave him nonfunctional and then he'd have wasted practically this entire trip. And that would suck.
"Sure you are." She took her pillow back and pulled it back under the covers with her. Her leg found its way back over the pillow and pulled it in closer along with an arm that slung itself across it as well. Vanessa nestled back down, pulled the blankets up and started to relax. But she was still grumbling about grown men scared of intruders and girls and then there was something about why she befriended all the bloody girlie men.
Wade smiled a little despite himself as he turned over onto his side. "I am," he assured her, voice partially muffled by a yawn. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to relax every muscle in his body starting with his feet. He'd made it to his abs when he actually went to sleep.
Vanessa didn't quite fall asleep right away. She fell into a mild slumber closer to dozing than sleeping. She refused to let herself sleep until she was sure he wasn't just going to wake her up again. Eventually she seemed to be convinced he wasn't going to start prowling the room again and she finally fell asleep. There would be no early start to the day tomorrow. Not after being up half the night with Wade's weird quirks and twitches.
Wade was feeling twitchy. He couldn't get to sleep with Vanessa laying on the other side of the bed even though he was pointedly on top of the covers. She was just there. And he knew intellectually that she wasn't small or probably even cold, but he was dealing with this urge to sort of curl up behind her to make sure she wasn't cold... and that meant... he finally pulled himself off the mattress, comfortable though it was, and decided to check the suite's perimeter to make sure it was secure. They were on one of the upper floors, so entrances were limited, but people could always get creative or just go the traditional route and bust the door in at some unGodly hour of the night.
The weight shifting on the bed and then disappearing pulled Vanessa closer to consciousness. She was a light sleeper at the best of times but Wade had been very strange about the sleeping arrangements and she couldn't figure out why. It had keep her from sleeping as deeply as usual because she was acutely aware of him atop the covers and causing them to be completely unmovable. Now he wasn't there anymore and she promptly shifted and pulled the covers up higher while he was gone. She grabbed a pillow teetering on the edge and liable to fall off any moment and pulled it under the covers with her so she'd have something to cuddle, one leg hooked over it and everything. Once she was settled she started to drift off a bit again, though she was paying attention, waiting for him to come back to bed.
Wade checked the door, the windows, and the wall connecting the suite to the ones on either side of it, pausing to listen for any strange noises that might be coming through. He also checked the vents because paranoid was paranoid. Then he went back and checked the door again, just in case.
She could hear him moving. He wasn't near the bathroom and he kept moving. Annoyed, Vanessa cracked open an eye and watched him move around checking everything...including the door. Her growl never made it into a full fledged but rather vibrated in her throat. Then she pulled out the pillow she was cuddling and chucked it at his head.
Ducking before the pillow could make contact, Wade blinked at the spot on the wall that it had hit and then looked down at the crumpled mass of fabric and foam. "What?" He asked. He'd been quiet. He'd been careful - he'd even been trying specifically not to wake Vanessa when he'd gotten off the bed.
"You checked the perimeter twice before either of us passed out," she grumbled, voice muffled a bit due to her mouth being half obscured by her pillow. "You've already gotten out of bed once and wandered around. Why can't you be a normal paranoid person and just sleep with a bloody gun at hand instead of waking me up and keeping me half awake because you're stupid and refuse to sleep under the covers like a normal person?" She reached over for the pillow he'd been using and chucked that at Wade, too. "Go sleep in the tub. You'll be nice and secure and there will be no girl and no blankets to make you twitchy and then I can bloody sleep already." She was too tired and groggy for there to be much venom in her voice. Mostly Vanessa sounded really tired and slightly whiny.
"Oh," Wade said, blinking a little. "Sorry." He picked up both pillows and padded back over to the bed, then cautiously turned down the covers. It was kind of cold and he'd be more likely to migrate if he was cold, he knew. "Here, have your pillow back," he said, sticking it over where he thought her hands were. Then he climbed into the bed, beneath the sheets and everything, and let out a quiet sigh. Soreness and exhaustion tugged at him. The soreness, at least, would be gone in the morning. If he wasn't careful, though, the exhaustion would leave him nonfunctional and then he'd have wasted practically this entire trip. And that would suck.
"Sure you are." She took her pillow back and pulled it back under the covers with her. Her leg found its way back over the pillow and pulled it in closer along with an arm that slung itself across it as well. Vanessa nestled back down, pulled the blankets up and started to relax. But she was still grumbling about grown men scared of intruders and girls and then there was something about why she befriended all the bloody girlie men.
Wade smiled a little despite himself as he turned over onto his side. "I am," he assured her, voice partially muffled by a yawn. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to relax every muscle in his body starting with his feet. He'd made it to his abs when he actually went to sleep.
Vanessa didn't quite fall asleep right away. She fell into a mild slumber closer to dozing than sleeping. She refused to let herself sleep until she was sure he wasn't just going to wake her up again. Eventually she seemed to be convinced he wasn't going to start prowling the room again and she finally fell asleep. There would be no early start to the day tomorrow. Not after being up half the night with Wade's weird quirks and twitches.
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