[For Sally]

[le_traiteur]

When I stop to think about it, I'm amazed at how easily I've gotten used to sleepin' in the same bed as somebody else. Even when Easy was in Bastogne, I had my own foxhole. Maybe it shouldn't surprise me, though. It was the situation that dictated my distance, not me. Gettin' close to people was too much of a risk, then

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[remnantofjoseph]

There was something vaguely odd about the morning. Sally couldn't precisely put her finger on it. Was it the weather? Could it something to do with her current sleeping position? Or possibly, was it the fact that Sally felt someone with her, breathing on her and not even cuddling like any man should a woman.

Instantly, she sat up, trying to prod at the offender with fingers that were once renowned as the pointiest fingers around when she realised that she was missing something and she was most certainly in the gain of something else. "Oh dear god," she blurted out and it came out all wrong. It came out male and American and she was sleeping with a stranger. "Who are you!" she demanded sharply. "And why do I have a penis!"

[le_traiteur]

There's a lot of ways I could imagine Joe wakin' me up. Some good, some bad, but nothin' this strange. If he's gonna be pokin' me with anythin', it sure as hell isn't normally his fingers.

I'm still in that groggy place between sleep and awake, and I swat at the offendin' fingers in irritation. "Don' think I won't hit you," I mumble, and give him an elbow to the stomach, ignorin' whatever the hell he's babblin' about. It's still fuckin' dark out, and he's kept me up half the night, he can damned well let me sleep a little longer.

[remnantofjoseph]

"Do it and I'll scream," Sally warned, knowing that even while she was a booming American male (apparently), she could probably scream loud enough to bring someone down on them. "I don't have a leg," she nearly growled in a half-panic. "And I'm a man! And apparently gay! Not that you're not attractive, but you're not in my bed! You're in bed with another man who I am now in and not in the way I'd prefer to be!"

[le_traiteur]

It's becomin' clear that Joe's actually upset about somethin', the way he's rantin' on, and I force myself awake so that I can sit up, reassure him, tell him it was just a dream or whatever the fuck I need to do so he'll be quiet and lay back down.

"Might want to keep it down," I advise around a yawn, and peer blearily back at him. I know we agreed to let the guys know about us, but I don't feel like havin' to explain to Luz over breakfast why I was in Joe's bed.

Instinctively, I place a warm hand against his neck. "Shh, 's alright now. I got you."