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Tim knows he started in the middle of the bed wrapped around Lucy. He knows because he fell asleep, absolutely sated and satisfied.
He knows because he had buried his nose into her hair, muttering I love you into her hair. And he knows even if he was exhausted he knows where he was.
In the middle of the bed.
So when he wakes up in the middle of the night hanging off the bed. He’s not quite sure how it happened.
He looks over to see Lucy, sprawled out in the middle of the bed. Her legs are spread apart and her arms are too.
Tim shakes his head in amusement, and slides out of the bed. He makes his way to the bathroom, gets a drink of water and then heads back to the bedroom.
He gently nudges Lucy over and she moves but doesn’t open her eyes. He crawls in next to her and then pulls her flush against his body. He tears his chin on her shoulder, and soon he’s closing his eyes hoping to get some sleep.
He wakes up a few hours later, and he’s once again on the edge of the bed. One leg is dangling over and Lucy’s arm is next to his back.
He shakes his head, and shifts a little so he doesn’t fall off and then slowly closes his eyes.
Bed hog. Lucy was a bed hog. And to be honest, he didn’t mind one bit.
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Lucy wakes up to an empty space next to her and she sits up her heart pounding. “Tim?” She calls out her voice still thick with sleep. “Tim?” She hears a noise on the other side, on the floor and she scoots closer and peers over the edge of the bed.
Tim is on the floor, twisted up in the blankets, his eyes half closed and a hand on his stomach.
“Tim?” She asks. He makes a sound, and she tilts her head at him. “Why are you on the floor?”
“You hog the bed.” He grumbles. “You must have kicked me out.”
“I did not!” She protests. “You must have done that yourself.” Tim gives her a long look but doesn’t move from the floor.
“Are you going to get back on the bed?” Lucy asks.
“Are you going to kick me out again?” He asks leveling her with a look. She rolls her eyes, and shakes her head. He sits up on his elbows and then pulls himself up and he climbs back into bed.
“You hog the bed.” He says. “How can I trust you?”
Lucy scoots closer, and lays her head on his chest. “I may hog the bed but it doesn’t mean I kicked you out.”
“I woke up on the edge twice.” Tim says incredulously. Lucy just rolls her eyes, and Tim presses a kiss to the top of her head. “And I just woke up on the ground.”
“I love you.” She says. She feels his heart beating, feels the fall and rise of his chest. It’s comforting.
“I love you too.” He says combing his fingers through her hair.
“Even when you fall out of bed?” She asks. She does have a feeling she kicked him out, she has a tendency to hog the bed a little too much.
“Yes.” He says. He presses another kiss to the top of her head, and she has never felt such peace.
“Sorry I kicked you out of bed.” She says. “I tend to sprawl.”
“It’s okay.” Tim says. Lucy makes a soft noise, and Tim pulls her closer. She snuggles into him, and she knows if she stays close to him—she will be okay.
(And if he somehow ends up on the ground again—he doesn’t mention it).