Sleeping together.

[semimeme]

It's that damn plurk meme. Sort of.

This is the Sleeping Meme. Plain and simple, your character is sleeping with another one. While sharing a bed and sleeping together with someone is very intimate, smut is not necessary.
 

What do:
1) Post with your character. Name and canon go in the subject line.
2) Include your preferences.
3) Tag around.
4) If you tag, pick a letter from A-H according to the diagram above. Ta-da. That's the position the characters are sleeping in.
5) That's it.

 

Comments

[cloneororiginal]

Felix! [If Sarah isn't careful, she'll roll off the couch...

And take Felix down with her. But in the mean time, he better be thankful she's no resorting to kicking him.]

[fosterwench]

Sarah! [this is more fun than anything, at this point. Like they don't have anything else to worry about, no one trying to kill them or take Kira. If she kicks him in the balls, though, it won't be fun anymore. He huffs out a breath and settles again, pleased that he had a tiny bit of an upper hand.]

[cloneororiginal]

[It was a brief reprieve from the danger of their lives. No one after them, after Kira, and the Dyad institute was far, far away from their minds. For a handful of seconds they were back to being kids again, annoying one another and playing around.

Once he stops, there's a slight huff from her. Maybe now she could go back to sleep, if not...she'd make him suffer the same fate too.]

[fosterwench]

[Oh, Felix is pretty much awake at this point, but content to lie there, watching her. Which isn't creepy in the slightest {or something he'd do when they were little, nope}]

[cloneororiginal]

[Sarah doesn't notice, but if she caught him doing that she might smack him for it. No need to stare at her! She already had people do that while she was Beth. She doesn't move for a few minutes, but begins to shift again until she finally sits up. There's no point in sleeping anymore.

Might as well...make tea.]

[fosterwench]

[Ooh, Felix can go for tea. He sits up, knees pulled to his chest and watches her. She knows where everything is anyway. Except ... he gets up to get the biscuits he's got stored in the very back of a cupboard.]

[cloneororiginal]

[Sarah stays silent as she goes into his kitchen, being mindful to slowly and softly close the cupboards. Thank God Alison didn't touch the kitchen. She already rearranged Felix's living room to where no one could find anything.

As much as she would like normal tea, she's looking for something more soothing. Something to help her sleep.]

[fosterwench]

[Ummmm ... He's got whiskey? Or chamomile tea. He points to the box, while eating a biscuit.]

[cloneororiginal]

[She looks over at him. Really Whiskey?

...He knows her too well. She prepares half a glass for both of them.]

[fosterwench]

[What? It isn't as if their life lately hasn't given itself to drinking - just not Allison levels of drinking, right? He takes his glass - and the biscuits! - back to the sofa so that they can cuddle up under blankets.]

[cloneororiginal]

[No, they haven't reached Allison levels, yet. Hopefully they won't have to. Though there might be other things they might indulge themselves on--prescription meds, weed--no, wait, she's trying to do better for Kira.

There's a faint smile on her face, following Felix back to the couch to sit down...and steal one biscuit of his.]

[fosterwench]

[He'll let her steal one. Two maybe. Three max. They're the good ones, with chocolate frosting. He throws the covers over both their laps. Whiskey and cookies: this is their life.]

[cloneororiginal]

[No, she won't take three, just two..and half of one. They are very good. She takes a sip of her whiskey, seemingly lost in thought.]

Things should be this simple..whiskey and biscuits..nothin' else.

[fosterwench]

Should I remind you we were on our way to running away? Not to say it would be easy, because it wouldn't be - I'm not an idiot, but ....

[cloneororiginal]

[Sighs]

We can't. It's more complicated now and...shit. [She starts to lean on him.]

We can't leave Cosima alone..and Allison..and ...shite, I've gone soft.

[fosterwench]

It's not just you. [All her sisters. He's a brother-sestra, after all. Around her shoulders goes his arm, his cheek against her hair. He says the next bit softly with a touch of disbelief, still] We have a family.

[cloneororiginal]

[She leans against him, nearly curling up against his form. She lets out a dry chuckle.]

Some family we make. [But it's all they have.] ..when all this is over, Fe, maybe we can go back to our plan and just...get away for a long while.

[fosterwench]

What, a tropical vacation, some beach somewhere, lying in the sun? [he has to laugh, even as he realizes,] that sounds fantastic, actually.

[cloneororiginal]

Mm, with some drinks in our hands, pool boys for you. [She has to laugh a little. yeah, them on a beach without worrying about death or other possible clones.]

[fosterwench]

[The pasty-paleness doesn't help the fantasy a bit, does it? Ah, but it's nice to dream. Especially about pool boys.] Naked pool boys.

[cloneororiginal]

[Too bad it'll just be a dream.]

Mmm, but you don't take 'em back to the room.

[fosterwench]

So you say. On this vacation, I might. Or steal off to the servant's quarters ....

[cloneororiginal]

Be more fun in the servant's quarters than a normal bedroom.

[She teased, taking another of her drink.]

Just don't spike their tea or drink.

[fosterwench]

{he sighs} Fine. Honestly, you spike someone's tea once and you get labeled a tea-spiker.

[cloneororiginal]

No, you spiked Vic's tea, once. [Sips] Surprised you didn't do it any sooner, actually.