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“Mrrp,” said Avon.
“C’mon, budge.”
Avon didn’t react. Vila poked him again.
“C’mon, Avon, this isn’t fair. For once we have a big bed and you want it all for yourself?”
When nothing helped, Vila frustratedly flopped down on the edge of the mattress. He could understand Avon, really – when Vila’d seen the luxury hotel room that Orac had secured for them, he’d known that he’d be fast asleep the moment his head hit the ultrasoft pillows that were kept at the perfect temperature. Even just sitting on the edge he could feel its pull, the mattress itself promising to adapt perfectly to his shape.
That Avon, who had been awake for at least 24 hours before this, should succumb immediately wasn’t a surprise – even if it was a little careless, to sleep so deeply in an unfamiliar place. But Orac had assured them that the planet was safe, that they were safe, and there was an alarm at the door.
Well, it was really nice for Avon to get all the sleep he wanted – but Vila was tired, too. He shoved off his shoes and undressed for bed as noisily as he could.
Avon didn’t even twitch.
Vila didn’t need him to wake up properly – only for a moment, only to move a little to the side, or to turn over; Avon wouldn’t even remember that it had happened in the morning. Vila just wanted to get under those sheets, too!
When poking Avon’s side again did nothing at all except make Avon part his lips, Vila resorted to the evil technique and ran his fingernail along the arch of Avon’s foot under the cover.
Avon jerked and kicked in reflex. Drowsy eyes opened and blinked up at Vila. “‘la?”
“Hello to you, too. Mind making a bit of space?”
Avon blinked.
“You know,” Vila went on, “if a trooper had walked in without setting off that alarm, like I did, they could’ve wrecked the whole room under your very nose, and you’d never even have noticed.”
When he climbed onto the bed, Avon did move, rolling over onto his side and turning his back to Vila. “No troopers,” he mumbled. “‘s a neutral planet.”
“And you’re exhausted. I can tell,” Vila said, sighing with pleasure as he pulled the sheet over himself. There was a warm spot where Avon’s body had been. “What would you do without me, eh?”
Avon just murmured something unintelligible.
“Snuggle?” Vila suggested.
“Mmr,” said Avon.