He'd been quiet, for the time being in the only place that wasn't a miserable fit for him. The too-short beds, the chairs that looked like they would break, the tables that were always so low and gave him a crick in his neck as he tried to use their tiny writing tools.
But the library? They had those long window lounges. Where he could get on leg up, cram his back into the wall and do something like doze comfortably in the off-hours. Open one eye and grunt at anyone that got too close until he was done. It was a simple, easy exchange.
Until she goes and lays on him. Hears her footsteps with familiarity. Then she's there, on top of him. His eyes crack open with a grunt of irritation.
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He'd been quiet, for the time being in the only place that wasn't a miserable fit for him. The too-short beds, the chairs that looked like they would break, the tables that were always so low and gave him a crick in his neck as he tried to use their tiny writing tools.
But the library? They had those long window lounges. Where he could get on leg up, cram his back into the wall and do something like doze comfortably in the off-hours. Open one eye and grunt at anyone that got too close until he was done. It was a simple, easy exchange.
Until she goes and lays on him. Hears her footsteps with familiarity. Then she's there, on top of him. His eyes crack open with a grunt of irritation.
"We can't fuck here."