xp_logs | Doug and Angie (Reply)

Doug and Angie in the morning. Doug is Not A Morning Person. Angie tries to get him up for his college classes. Doug drags her into bed to snuggle for a while. Just random fluff, really.

For someone who had chronic insomnia, Marie-Ange was actually more of a morning person than she liked to admit. There was something nice about the soft quiet before everyone else was up that was a little soothing. It gave her an hour or so to get organized and redy before having to go do anything that required use of her brain.

She knew - from expeirence - that Doug was -not- a morning person. He had managed last year, to make it to morning classes by virtue of hyperactive small roommates. This semester, not only was he missing two small giggly alarm clocks, but his class started at 8:30. On a campus twenty minutes away. Which is why Marie-Ange was poking Doug in the arm gently at what even she considered Quite Early In The Morning.

The Doug-shaped lump did not move for several pokes, each slightly harder than the rest. Finally, Doug turned his head to face Marie-Ange and one eye opened in a baleful glare. "Why are you poking me?" he muttered vaguely crankily. At Marie-Ange's small smile and subsequent poke, he muttered "Stop poking me..." petulantly.

"You need to wake up. You have a morning class. sixty minutes of computers." Which meant sixty minutes of no-Doug plus another ten of him shaking himself back into making sense and not in hacker-brain-mode. "If you do not get up, I am going to turn on the light..."

Doug grumbled sleepily and burrowed into his pillow further. "Photons are evil," he said in that sagely philosophical sort of way that only the half-asleep can manage. "Evil photons. Photons should die and leave me to sleep in peace." He reached out blindly and grabbed Marie-Ange's wrist, pulling her towards his bed. "'Sides, I still got time," he wheedled. "Come snuggle."

Marie-Ange sighed reluctantly. She had built in time for Doug's protesting, but token resistance was necessary. It was a rule. "You need to get out of bed, Doug." she said gently. "I know the photons are evil, but you have to face them." It was a half-hearted protest at best.

Marie-Ange wasn't the only one who planned ahead, though, and this wasn't the first time this exchange had taken place. "We have plenty of time, and you know it, love," he said with a small grin. "I know you built in time for me to coax you into bed, and I can tell that you're just putting up a protest to make it look good." He lifted the covers slightly and chuckled. "So it's established that I'm a bad boy and too much of a temptation, now c'mon."

Marie-Ange shook her head ruefully. "I created a monster." What had happened to the shy boy who blushed at the idea of a few kisses? Nonetheless, she sat down on the bed and gave Doug a Look. One that translated easily to "You are wicked and evil and I love you anyway."

Doug tended to be much more devious and plain-spoken in the morning, especially when he was still half-asleep. "I know, I know, I'm a bad, bad boy," he murmured insincerely. "You can punish me later." And with that, he reached out to grab Marie-Ange around the waist and dragged her under the covers, humming happily as he spooned up behind her, one arm around her waist.

"No chicken lunch for you then.." Marie-Ange said, not at all serious, truthful or even remotly actually upset. "No waffle fries..." Regardless of her protesting, she snuggled up against Doug, listening to his random happy humming noises.

Doug mock grumbled, knowing Marie-Ange wasn't serious. This conversation had been had several times as well. "No waffle fries? You fiend!" he murmured overdramatically. "You can take anything, but not my _waffle fries_...maybe I'll..." he trailed off, then suddenly tightened his arms around her, fingers wriggling against her stomach. "...tickle them out of you!"

Marie-Ange meeped, trying to muffle her giggling against Doug's pillow. Waking up Doug was one thing, Jamie walking in on them if the giggling turned to something else was another, and would inevitably result in death-by-prank. Or at least embarassment-by-prank.

Rolling onto her stomach, she managed to trap one of Doug's hands under her chest, and grabbed the other tightly. "Non. I am sorry. There are no waffle fries for people who stay in bed all morning."

Doug made a very pouty face, even though he knew that Marie-Ange couldn't see it with her back to him. "But I _like_ waffle fries..." he whined softly. "They're the bestest food ever! Especially with honey mustard sauce." He stopped tickling and settled for cuddling even closer to his girlfriend.

"Are you -sure- you are seventeen and not seven and a half?" Marie-Ange said, through a fit of giggling. She arched her back a bit to press against Doug firmly. No, definitly -not- seven and a half...

Doug replied by tightening the arm around Marie-Ange's waist and pressing himself against her just as firmly. "Love you," he said huskily. "Unfortunately, as much as I would enjoy continuing this line of thought, if we get frisky, I won't have time to shower." Grumbling, he threw back the covers and rolled out of bed, yawning and stretching prodigously. "Save that thought for this evening," he murmured with a mischievous grin.