❤️ 😳 Tomboy Sleepwalks into Your Bed 😳 ❤️ (F4A) (Flirty Tomboy & Shy Listener)

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Whoever you are, stop waking me. I'm sleepy, leave me alone. This is my bed.

What nonsense. Oi, what are you doing in my bed? Yes, yes you are.

What? Oh. How the fuck? Oh, for God's sake.

Sleepwalking is fucking terrifying. Could have walked into anyone's bed. Well, that's not scary.

Sorry. Oh, feck off. Oh, okay, I won't then.

What, you said I didn't have to go? Well, I'll teach you to say things you don't mean then. Goodnight.

Because as previously stated, I'm sleepy. And your bed's comfier than mine. Because even though you're poor, I'm poorer and my mattress is like.

.. Sleeping on wood. Oh no, you've got such nice pillows and so much space.

Don't be a meanie. Or at least wait until the morning. You said I could stay.

You're not going to have me call you a liar now, are you? Because I really want to call you a truther. Good night-night.

What? I'm just getting comfy. Sorry.

I love a sleep like a corpse. You, you weirdo, you just choose one position and then you stay there forever. Like Dracula.

But less homoerotic. Or is you? You shush, you're the one that was complaining.

I am affected by a serious condition, sleepwalking is no joke. Could have ended up in anyone's bed. Fine, I appreciate you not being an arse and letting me stay.

Now shush. No. Share the quilt more.

Oi. Share. Oh, I can't believe you're a quilt hogger.

Didn't your mum teach you any manners? I bet she'd be horrified. Well, one, if she knew you were sharing a bed with me, and two, because you're a quilt hogger.

More, please. A little bit more. Just a smidge.

Oi. No, I don't want all of it. Oh, don't be a baby, come here.

Am I gonna have to chase you with this quilt? Come here. Alright, fuck you, you're getting spooned.

No, no, no, no, no. It's your fault for being flouncy. I don't care that you were minding your own business in your own bed, you're getting spooned.

For being a flouncy little fairy. That's why. Shush and submit.

Hmm, big guns. Thighs wrapped around your middle, quilt engulfing you. Shush.

Hmm. Whatever you're wearing, you smell nice. What? And since when is it weird to tell someone they smell nice? God, you're in a sensitive mood today.

What's happening is that we're waking you up in the middle of the night with the sleepwalking. Mm-mm. Sounds rough.

Just relax and go to sleep. Remember, stressing over the little stuff is not good for you. You can't let your roommate sleepwalking into your bed in the middle of the night spike your cortisol.

It's not good for you. Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

What? No, I can't let go of you because otherwise you'll flounce off and be like, fine, have my bed. No, your bed is massive, we can share.

I have got pants on. I am wearing knickers and shorts, you're fine. Nothing genital is touching you, calm down.

Just these sporty, sporty thighs. I was sleepy but you keep talking and wriggling and being a flouncy fairy. Mm.

Just admit we have one of those weird codependent roommate relationships and you'll be fine. You're a mammal, you'll adapt. Mm-mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Thanks for letting me stay in your bed. Mm, I really need to find the money for a new mattress because that thing is disgusting.

And ancient and creaky and not conducive to sleeping or other bedroom activities. Such as table tennis and water polo. Mm.

Well, they might as well be where I'm concerned. The only action it's getting is me coughing in the middle of the night. Mm.

I'm just going to rest my head here, thanks. Mm. You have a comfy shoulder.

Hey, that's a compliment. Who wants to have uncomfy shoulders? Exactly, now shush.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

What make is your mattress? Well, it feels like clouds and marshmallow had a baby, so I would like to know. Also, what's it like for bedroom activities? Not including water polo.

Yeah, right, you don't know, okay. You, you little shy goblin, I've seen you bring people back here. And you've closed the door and you said, oh, we're just going to hang out in here now.

Don't tell me you've been holding hands without protection this whole time. Come on. I know you've had girlfriends.

Oh. And why exactly did you never have sex here? What do you mean, because I'm here? I'm not a perv.

I mean, I am, but I have access to the internet and, you know, I understand consent. Also, I never really got the whole voyeurism thing, it just feels a bit like, ugh. Oh, well, if you didn't think I was a peeping Tom, why? I just felt weird.

Are you sure you're not just shy? Wait. I'm not making fun of you, I'm just.

You can have sex. You don't have to get my permission. Unless you would like it, of course.

What do you mean? Come on. What were you going to say? Well, yeah, you would need permission to have sex with me.

Oh. Wait, really? I just thought you had a platonic crush on me.

You know, when two friends are a little bit, like, faux flirty, but it's just because they really care about each other. I didn't realize you were, uh. ..

Uh, do I look disgusted? Oh, I'm not. I'm not offended or grossed out or anything.

I am curious, though. Could we be?