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Set last night, after the Red X mission. Marie-Ange is tired and cold, and doesn't want to be alone after having to deal with Manuel earlier. So she sleeps in Doug's room for the second night in a row, and this time manages to cute her way into his bed, although it takes Doug a little while to get the picture. No real purpose to this one, just some late-night fluff.

"Tell me you don't move much in your sleep?"

Doug blinked at the unexpected question. "Huh?" he asked tiredly to Marie-Ange as he struggled out of his Red X jacket.

"I don't really think I'm fond of the idea of falling on the floor." Angie rubbed her eyes tiredly.

Doug blinked again, still not comprehending. "What does that have to do with whether I move in my sleep?" he asked fuzzily.

Marie-Ange pulled her sweater over her head, leaving a loose tank-top underneath. "If you move a lot, you might accidentally shove me over," she answered tiredly, in slurred French.

"What? You're...ohhhh..." Doug looked slightly poleaxed as what Marie-Ange was hinting at suddenly dawned on him. "Why?" he asked, too tired to complete the entire complicated question.

"Too tired not to, and cold, and .. " Angie's voice trailed off, and she waved a hand towards the hallway. "I .. do not want to be alone." She wrapped her arms around herself.

Doug nodded. ~Manuel.~ He pulled Marie-Ange's arms from around her and replaced them with his own. "I'm proud of you. You were civil to him tonight, even when he was being juvenile and overdramatic."

"Except for the part where I called him a cockroach." She leaned her head against Doug's shoulder. "And a moron. That part was probably not very civil. Even if it was in French." She sighed. "I can't stop seeing his eyes glowing..."

Doug kissed Marie-Ange's forehead softly. "I know, love. It isn't easy for me to see him use his power, either. But he didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to, even though he didn't have the damper."

"Tell my eyelids that whenever I shut them?" Angie looked down at her dirty jeans and frowned. "Should go get pajamas.. " She said, half to herself. "Uck. Definitly don't like horses."

Doug made a vague motion towards his dresser. "I...have some pajama pants you could borrow, if you wanted." He was worried about what people might think if they found out Marie-Ange was staying over, but then he remembered that Kitty occasionally stayed with Jamie when things were especially bad, so he figured it'd probably be okay as long as they were circumspect.

Angie smiled up at Doug and nodded. "Not the orange ones. Oogy, and probably won't fit." She began methodically removing the braid from her hair, putting the bobby pins in her lap neatly.

Doug nodded. "Frogs or Snoopy?" He grinned abruptly and fished out a blue pair with frogs on them. "Cute little frogs for _my_ cute little frog." He chuckled tiredly at the joke.

Angie giggled, and blushed, just a little, and took the pajama bottoms in hand. She ducked into the bathroom, and returned less than a minute later, clothes changed, and carrying her jeans in a bundle in front of her. "Ick."

Doug carefully avoided thinking about the bra strap that was hanging out of the bundle of jeans. Distracted by his not thinking, he quickly stripped off his wet undershirt, replacing it with a Tattered Cover T-shirt.

Marie-Ange yawned, covering her mouth politely. "No numbers and letters tonight, yes?" She sat down on the edge of Doug's bed, and eyed the still-messy-desk. "How is your headache?" she asked, concern mixed in with the tired in her voice.

"Better. Still kinda achy, though," he replied as he sat down next to her. He eyed the disarrayed set of papers on his desk. "Definitely no more numbers and letters tonight. Too tired."

"Good. Too sleepy to hit you with my shoe." Angie shook her head stubbornly. "And I don't want to be up all night reading the monster book of monsters again."

Doug chuckled. "Monster Manual? That was what you were reading last night?"

Angie shrugged. "I think so. I ran out of other books that wern't about computers from your piles." She leaned against him tiredly.

Doug put an arm gently around Marie-Ange's shoulder and looked over at Jamie, who had pretty much reacted in a "Oh, hey Angie, hey Doug", then flop on bed and start snoring fashion. He grinned when he looked over at Artie and Miles, long asleep in their beds. "Bedtime?" he asked.

Marie-Ange blinked in confusion for a second, then looked at Doug. "Mrmhm. Tired. We can sleep now." She nodded firmly, and snuggled up against Doug's chest, not entirely coherant. "Mmm. Comfy."

Doug left Marie-Ange's side long enough to pull back the covers and slide under them, then opened his arms to her with a soft smile. "If you say so, mon coeur."

"I say so." Angie answered, and slid under the covers next to Doug, tucking her head under his chin. "Do you know what?" she asked sleepily.

"What's that, love?" Doug replied, yawning rather prodigously himself.

"Love you." she answered, closing her eyes and settling herself comfortably, spooned against Doug's chest and legs.

Doug grinned widely. "Love you too," he answered, placing a kiss on top of her head and closing his own eyes while continuing to hold her close.