"Forgive an old man," you heard Copia's nasally voice as he buttoned up the front of his pajamas. He chuckled. "I'm not used to having a lady in my bed."

You and Copia had only been together for a little while; less than a year, even if you'd known each other for longer. Hugs were the more common display of affection, as you still bumped noses when you kissed. Not that he necessarily minded practicing on that part.

It was late tonight, and you had both been hanging out in Copia's room, located in the clergy wing, watching a few movies and talking, eating some snacks you totally didn't steal from the ministry's kitchen. You'd been there since morning and planned to go back to the abbey at seven. Only, time got away from you, and now it was 11:00, and very, very dark out. Sure, you could grab a flashlight, but that wouldn't stop one of the ghouls from coming after you. So, he told you to stay over. He'd had sleepovers as a teenager; it wouldn't be much different, right?

Oh, dear Satan, was he wrong.

'I- no, hmph...!" the noises he was making made it difficult to stop yourself from laughing as you both tried to squeeze comfortably into his twin size bed. "Okay, if you just put your leg right- merda!"

Your knee nailed him right in the crotch as you were trying to cuddle up to him, sending you into a giggling fit of apologies as he groaned and insisted it was okay. "Maybe just back-to-back, then?" he asks, and you agreed, flipping over to face opposite sides.

It worked for a few minutes, and then he groaned. "I don't know. Now I just miss you again," he chuckled, flipping over onto his back to look at you again. "When I marry you, we're getting a uh... a California king," he tells you, reaching over with his fumbly hand, intertwining it with yours again.