Garrison and Adrienne - Cohabitation

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Garrison and Adrienne have a battle over their sheets and it is very clear that the cat is on Garrison's side.

"Stop hogging all the sheet." Garrison groused, tugging on the sheet that Adrienne had largely pinned under one thigh. With his strength he could have easily rolled her off (or launched her right into the wall), but containing it was second nature to Kane, leaving him tugging ineffectually at the material in the early hours of the morning.

Adrienne heard him say something, but with her ear plugs in she couldn't make it out. She turned in his general direction, though she had an eye mask on and couldn't actually see him, even if she were to open her eyes, which she didn't. Instead, she just mumbled something incoherent that sounded vaguely like the words "what" and "sleeping."

"Great, my girlfriend got swapped out for a Soviet era sense-dep experiment." He muttered. Kane reached over and rolled her body partially off the sheet, enough to pull it out an extra foot or so.

Letting out a surprised and annoyed incoherent noise this time, Adrienne clutched wildly at the sheets as if worried that he was trying to tip her off the bed and they would keep her from falling.

"Oh, for the love of..." Garrison said as her movements yanked the sheets back, leaving him there without a sheet or blanket of any type. He could have gotten up and fished the blanket off the couch, but this was annoying. While she held the sheets in a death grip, he reached past her and grabbed the other side of the blanket, yanking it towards him.

Still lying on her stomach, Adrienne turned her head back towards him, pulled up a corner of the eye mask and glared at him. "CanIhelpyouwithsomething?" she slurred sleepily.

His move had twisted the blankets and sheet so they were now on his side, reversed in her grip and leaving her uncovered. "Nope, figured it out. Night." He said, snuggling down.

Adrienne made a satisfied noise and put her head back down into the mattress. In her yoga pants and tank top she didn't notice that she had no blankets on until the cat decided to climb up on her butt. She assumed it was Garrison trying to initiate foreplay until it walked along her back to her shoulder blades and the soft padded feet with the claws that apparently needed to be clipped as they were needle-like even though they weren't drawn her touched her skin. She cried out in surprise and sat up, which tipped the cat downwards and, in its own surprise, led to it digging into her back for an attempt at purchase, scratching along her skin until it fell to the bed. The surprised noise turned into a scream and Adrienne whipped the eye mask off. "You fucking asshole!" she yelled at the cat.

Garrison jerked back awake. "What! Wha-" He looked at her incredulously. "You're the one who grabbed all the sheets and rolled over so I had a napkin's worth to sleep under. Getting my fair share does not make me an asshole."

Picking the startled animal up around the middle, Adrienne dropped it on Garrison's stomach. "Not you! That!"

"He didn't have anything to do with the sheets." Kane said, as Rooney snuffled around his lap for a second before walking to the edge of the mattress and jumping down.

"He clawed the shit out of me!" Adrienne proclaimed, showing him her clawed shoulders and back.

"Oh, shit." Kane hit the bedside lamp and peered closely. His fingers trailed down her back, beside the scratches. "OK, none of them are deep. Just feels worse than it is."

Adrienne rolled her eyes at him. "What a bedside manner you've got, Slick." She hopped out of bed and went into the ensuite, returning to bed with a tube of Polysporin. "Fix me?" she asked, offering the tube to him.

"Course. Sit on the edge of the bed." He shuffled over so she could sit down and carefully daubed the scratches with the clear jelly. "There. You likely won't have a back full of gangrenous wounds by morning."

"Why do I feel like I'm being mocked?" Adrienne inquired with a raised eyebrow. "You don't know where that cat's been. It's a fucked up magical fucking ninja. It could totally have gangrene!"

"They're minor scratches, babe. Besides, the cat is healthy. I took him to the local vet a couple of weeks ago. Figured if we can't get rid of him, might as well take proper care of the little bugger."

Adrienne eyed the cat, who was slinking up towards the bed again. "It's a demon. I'm sure it could pretend to be healthy if it wanted to."

"He's not a demon. He's just a cat." Kane said as it jumped up beside Adrienne and started to nudge her side with his nose.

"That's what it wants you to think," Adrienne informed him ominously, trying to avoid the cat touching her by sliding more towards Garrison's side of the bed. "It's lulling you into a false sense of security before it strikes. It's probably plotting to smother us in our sleep. I've seen comic strips about it."

"I've already told you, Garfield is not a documentary." He reached over and picked up the cat, depositing it up near his pillow where it promptly curled up. "If he turns into a demon, I promise to delay it long enough for you to escape. Deal?"

She pondered this for a long moment, frowning at him skeptically. "Okay, fine. Deal." Pulling the sheets towards the middle of the bed- she figured it would be painful to cover her back right now, so Garrison could have them- Adrienne laid back down on her stomach, hugging her pillow, watching the cat as if expecting it to attack. "How are you going to delay it?" she asked, not really sleepy anymore.

He yawned. "I'm going to let him eat me first."

"But then you'd be eaten. I don't know if that really works for me."

"I'll fight him from inside then."

"Eew. That is fucked up. Do you have some kind of deep-seated childhood trauma that's given you a Red Riding Hood complex?" she pondered, wide awake now. "I'm kinda hungry. I think I might make some nachos. You want me to make nachos?"

"Yeah, I'm not getting back to sleep. Nachos sound good." He pulled the covers off himself and stood up. "So, PVRed baseball, old movies or porn?"

Adrienne rolled off the bed. "All of the above? Old pornographic movie, sex, and then baseball game so we can fall asleep?"

"That works for me. I think I'll need to search under 'pubic hair' to get those."