It was late. It was dark. She stumbled into the room, fumbling around for the lightswitch. Upon finding it, however, she immediately regretting flipping it on; the brightness forced her to squint, cursing at the pain it caused.
Mumbling something incoherent, she crossed the room, standing next to her bed. She stared at it for a few moments, her eyes vacant, before shaking herself from the stupor and throwing back the sheets. She turned from the bed and emptied her pockets onto the nightstand; a few dollars and some change, a bottlecap, a tube of red lipstick, and her cellphone clattered onto the shiny wooden surface. She cringed at the noise.
Yawning and stretching, she crossed the room once more, congradulating herself on only tripping twice. She smirked as she shut the door, flipped off the light, and headed back towards her bed.
This time, she fell on her face.
I would like to take the opportunity at this time to mention that she has hardwood floors.
A few minutes - and several swearwords in different languages, some of which do not even exist - later, she pulled herself from the floor and stood next to her bed, rubbing her nose. She kicked off her shoes and socks before unceremoniously shedding her pants as well. Her glasses made their way to the nightstand, while her shirt found its way across the room. Her bra and underwear were soon added to the heap in the floor, and she slid unclothed into her bed, cuddling into the mass of sheets, blankets, and pillows.
One of the pillows mumbled something incoherent, and she jumped, falling out of bed with a yelp of surprise. The pillow -now identified as a person- sat up, leaning over the bed and looking down at her, before laughing softly. She looked up at him curiously; everything was fuzzy due to her lack of glasses. Why was there a person in her bed?
"C'mon," he said, extending a hand and helping her back into bed. "You know, I was hoping you'd just decide to take off your clothes and hop into bed with me one day, but this wasn't quite how I'd pictured it," he said, chuckling quietly as he tucked the sheet around her. He would take her to her own bed, but she was quite nude, and he didn't think she was in any state to move, judging by her clumsiness on entering the room. He wasn't one to take advantage of a girl while she was drunk; he would tease her in the morning about it, though, when she finally realized she wasn't in her own room.
She said something that was far too mumbled and slurred for anyone to understand, untucking the sheet from around her and cuddling against him. She was cold, and he was warm. As he moved his arm out of the way, resting it around her shoulders, she lay her head on his bare chest, splaying her arm across his stomach. Her leg rested on his, and her body was flush against him. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.
The man stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly and deeply. Without looking, he reached down for the sheet, pulling it up so that it covered them both. Once he was sure that it was safely pulled to her shoulders, he glanced down, watching her. She was fast asleep, her arm draped across him, a content smile on her face. Her hair, still straight and shiny, was gloriously curtained over him; he couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers through the soft strands. He was rewarded with a content sigh, and her cheek rubbing against the palm of his hand, before she stilled again as she drifted back to sleep.
Sighing himself, he placed a light kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and trying to succumb to sleep himself. He knew it wouldn't come soon. After several minutes of his mind wandering, he opened his eyes and stared at the cieling once more, nearly laughing out loud.
Here he was, lying naked in bed with the most georgous creature he'd ever laid eyes on contently cuddled up against him...and she was too drunk to even realize she wasn't in her own bed.
