"Noooo, don't move..." Karlach's voice came out muffled, her face pressed against her partner's neck, and her arms wrapping tightly around the warm body beneath her. Probably warm because of her.

Just a few hours ago, the party returned to camp from a long day of absolutely nothing interesting—in Karlach's opinion—and she was completely beat. Her legs ached from practically standing around all day, occasionally walking and kicking dirt boredly. She got all fired up to go out on another adventure with her friends, but this "adventure" turned out to be a boring old shopping trip, where half the time was spent watching Gale be indecisive between two dusty spell books for sale.

Okay, maybe that part was over exaggerated, but that's what it felt like! She would've much rather been kicking monster аss or kicking dirt at home.

The moment everybody went to bed for the night, Karlach found and flopped right on top of her partner.

And she hadn't moved for hours. They didn't even attempt to go to sleep yet, both kept up by occasionally chatting, and Karlach's very stubborn refusal to move everytime there was an attempt. Could she be blamed? Who'd wanna move when they were comfortably sprawled out on top of their partner like an almost 200lb blanket?

Though, the heat from her might've gotten to be a bit much after... however many hours it'd been.

Still, she really didn't want to move.

Karlach groaned as there was another shift beneath her. "C'mon, 'm not that warm." She absolutely was. That and more, probably. "We cuddle all the time. We sleep beside each other a lot. It's not any different from those times, and you never complain then! Let me have this..." she whined.