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“Hey, babe, you asleep?”
Well, you almost were. You were in bed with Sniper and Scout, trying to get some rest without Scout pestering you every minute.
“What do you want, Jer?”
“Oh, y’know.”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, but he does pull you close to his chest; a welcome gesture due to the cold temperature of Sniper’s camper. You’re about to snuggle against him when you feel something poke your backside.
“Are you serious? Get off me.” You push Scout off of you, not in any mood to fool around.
He just laughs. “Aw, I’m sorry doll, I’ll stop, promise. Come back though, I’m cold.”
Now that you know he’s not going to try anything, you welcome his touch. That is, until you feel his feet touch yours.
“Get your fucking feet off of me, they feel like blocks of ice.” You whisper shout at Scout.
“Tell your bitch ass boyfriend to get a space heater or something.” Scout snarks back.
“He’s your boyfriend too, dumbass.” You swat at his hand, which is also incredibly cold.
“He was your boyfriend first, though. I just got here.”
“It’s been months- get your hands out of my shirt!” You gasp as Scout’s cold hands touch your stomach.
“Will you two shut it already?” Sniper growls at you both, voice groggy with sleep.
“Tell your boyfriend to stop dry humping me, then!”
“Tell your girlfriend to help me get my feet warm, I’m about to catch hypothermia!”
You squeal when Sniper wraps his cold hands around your waist, moving you to his other side so he now lays in the middle of you and Scout. “You two bicker like damn children, hush up.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Scout snickers at his own joke.
“Sorry, Daddy.” You join in, and soon enough you’re both giggling hysterically.
Sniper sighs tiredly. “I swear you two go back and forth so quickly. What were you even fighting about?”
“I’m cold.” You both say in unison.
“Jinx. You owe me a coke now, babe.” Scout laughs as if it’s the funniest joke he’s ever told.
“That’s all? Just cold?” Sniper sighs.
“Yeah.” Scout yawns, snuggling into Sniper’s side.
“Mm-hm.” You murmur as you cuddle up against his other side.
“Move your hand.” Scout grumbles.
“No, I wanna hold him here.”
“Aw, are my little rabbits getting territorial?” Sniper laughs.
“I’m little rabbit, she’s bunny. Get it right.” Scout states matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, get it right.”
“No, you’re jackrabbit, and she’s bunny.” Sniper replies.
“Whatever,” Scout yawns, “what should we have for breakfast tomorrow? I’m thinking pancakes. I’ll cook.”
Sniper snorts. “You’re not cooking in my van. Swear, you’re a magnet for smoke alarms.”
“Fine then, guess we’ll just starve.” Scout huffs.
It’s silent for a few moments.
“What about that space heater, though?”