16.1.4. It wasn't supposed to happen...
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The idea of spending a couple of days in bed had gone over pretty well with Tim. Sam had told him the night before after the talk with J, and eating pizza. The couple had made a head start already, and T had only just rolled over to go back to sleep when Sam's pee sense started tingling. She giggled quietly to herself at the in-joke, Tim already dead to the world and didn't stir. It was amazing how quickly the guy could go to sleep. Sam got out of bed, and made a face as her feet hit the cool air. She hated cold feet, which was why most nights in bed she wore a pair of Tim's socks. Bit by bit she was slowly claiming items of his wardrobe. It was a coup to have even had him willingly give up one. Most times she didn't even think he noticed. She pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top to avoid a naked disaster of her own, already hopping from foot to foot as her pee sense started to tingle stronger.
With a mad dash, a quick knock and a sigh of relief, Sam managed to get into the bathroom before any accidents and came back out with a yawn. Before she went back to bed to start her two day lie-in, she walked up to the kitchen to find some juice to take with her. She smiled to herself as she saw her slippers on the floor near the sink, now remembering having put them on just after the pizza had arrived. Sam wasn't as neat as she'd like to think. She had a terrible habit of leaving things the last place she used them. Just as she slipped her foot into the left one, she frowned as her foot hit paper and there was a loud crinkling sound.
( Sam immediately pulled her foot back out and bent down to fish out the paper, stifling another yawn... )
Tim Riggins [
texas33forever] and Jason Street [
itwontstopme] referenced with permission
Word Count | 2116
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The idea of spending a couple of days in bed had gone over pretty well with Tim. Sam had told him the night before after the talk with J, and eating pizza. The couple had made a head start already, and T had only just rolled over to go back to sleep when Sam's pee sense started tingling. She giggled quietly to herself at the in-joke, Tim already dead to the world and didn't stir. It was amazing how quickly the guy could go to sleep. Sam got out of bed, and made a face as her feet hit the cool air. She hated cold feet, which was why most nights in bed she wore a pair of Tim's socks. Bit by bit she was slowly claiming items of his wardrobe. It was a coup to have even had him willingly give up one. Most times she didn't even think he noticed. She pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top to avoid a naked disaster of her own, already hopping from foot to foot as her pee sense started to tingle stronger.
With a mad dash, a quick knock and a sigh of relief, Sam managed to get into the bathroom before any accidents and came back out with a yawn. Before she went back to bed to start her two day lie-in, she walked up to the kitchen to find some juice to take with her. She smiled to herself as she saw her slippers on the floor near the sink, now remembering having put them on just after the pizza had arrived. Sam wasn't as neat as she'd like to think. She had a terrible habit of leaving things the last place she used them. Just as she slipped her foot into the left one, she frowned as her foot hit paper and there was a loud crinkling sound.
( Sam immediately pulled her foot back out and bent down to fish out the paper, stifling another yawn... )
Tim Riggins [
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Word Count | 2116