
Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you were once a FAILURE. Your FRIENDS AND FAMILY from your universe are GONE. Your session has been GLITCHED and CANNOT BE WON OR RESET. You were STUCK, but SAVED and are now FREE.
“Your point is…? Seriously, John. It’s fine. I’m not gonna do anything, really! I just want to sleep with someone next to me. It makes me feel…safe.”
You don’t let go of him just yet. You don’t want to. Do you have to? You sure hope not.
“You make me feel safe, dummy. I’ll even wear shorts, okay?” you mumble childishly. How much persuasion does it have to take, even?
You feel your lids getting heavier each passing minute and you rest your head on his chest.
“‘M sleepy…” You trail, not bothering to mind your accent, which sort of slips every now and then when you’re off-guard.
You heave a small sight at her insistence, less because she was so persistent about it, and more because it was working. Jade was convinced that she needed you to sleep beside her, and the idea was beginning to rub off on you thought in a much more innocent light. You had a weakness for cuddles, and if it made her feel safe or secure, then there was less in you that could object to the notion.
She’s already feeling tired, though, and you aren’t surprised. “Alright, Jade. You win…”
You take the liberty to carry her into your arms again and lay her gently down on the bed. “Just go get some sleep now, alright? I’ll join you in a bit.”
“I will behave! I promise!” You interject. Perhaps skin contact will sway him onto your side. You consider the idea for a brief second before rushing into his arms, pressing your body against his, hugging him, pleading.
“Pleease? I mean, there’s no harm in it, right? And besides, it’s a win-win thing! I get to be warm, you get to be warm, everybody gets cuddles!”
Your intentions weren’t entirely pure but your pleas are sincere. You guess you just have to hope he agrees.
Something about the way she was hugging you and pressing against you was deliberately less innocent than it might have seemed. You force your mind to focus on other thoughts that don’t involve Jade’s body.
“Jade, honestly. It’s really not that simple. Even if nothing happens, we’re not exactly kids…”
You look down, biting down on your lip and playing with your thumbs, as coy as coy can be, and you mutter, “Well gee, I forgot to apologize for that. I’m sorry, but I think I can,” you pause as you take a deep breath, “behave myself.” You sigh dramatically and giggle.
You cut it out and hold up your hands. “Really, it’s fine! I’m fine. We’re fine.” You try to assure him. You’re not sure if you’ve been persuasive enough, but you did try.
You pull your shirt down to see how far they can stretch, and looking down you see that your nipples are faintly visible. Oh. You shrug it off. It was cold.
You’re just waiting on tenterhooks on what he has to say about it.
“So long as you do behave, I guess…” If she does behave, then there’s no harm, right? Still, her coy tone doesn’t help matters. What was it with all incarnations of Jade and acting coy?
And then you see her pulling down on your shirt and the light red flush that tints your cheeks is a sure sign that this was probably a bad idea. Eyes avert themselves to the ceiling on reflex, but the image is somewhat burned into your mind already. This was going to be a long night.
“Okay, yeah. I’m sorry, but I really don’t think sleeping on the same bed is a good idea…”