She lazily sprawled out on the full size bed she'd slept in all of her life. He came to the side of it and smiled down at his lover. Her body turned away from him as she shifted her position to lay on her stomach. Her legs, spread and bent, twisted in the sheets. Her arms laced between the pillows, touching the headboard. Her riotous hair danced on the pillows, teasing her shoulders. It fell where it wanted and made no apologies. Like the woman herself.
Pushing aside the covers, he crawled into the bed beside her. In an attempt to remain on the bed, he intertwined his legs in hers, his chest nudged her side and she moaned in her sleep. He nudged her again, and whispered a single word into her ear. "Share."
"No, tis my space, my bed, my right." she argues in her sleep, never waking up.
Gingerly, he pulled her against him, resting her head on his arm, placing his free arm around her waist. Skin touching skin, and bodies entwined, he was finally able to find rest.
