Camper Conundrum
The trip had been a long and strenuous one to say the least. Which was to be expected- four people crammed into a tiny RV? Of course everybody was a little on edge. It didn’t help that you were the only female there.
It was fine for the most part. You got the entire bedroom area to yourself while they boys languished at the front. The only problem arose when in the morning Ross came to make sure you were awake, and he found you curled in the smallest way possible at the very edge of the bed.
“Are you fucking kidding me?“ he shouted. The intrusion was so violet it made you flip right out of bed and onto the floor.
You popped up off the floor and glared, “Ross what the shit mate?“ you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, but stayed seated.
Smith popped from around the corner looking at the two of you questioningly, “Got the ENTIRE bed to herself and shes just curled up in the corner!” Ross continued on rudely nudging you with his foot.
You groaned in pain curling back up on the floor, “Smith help.” you whined meekly.
Smith laughed and pulled Ross away, “Alright alright knock it off we’ve got to get a move on Trott is getting antsy.” as Ross left he offered you a hand up. You gracefully took it and hopped up from your tangle of sheets.
It was Trott’s turn to drive so it was just you and Smith sitting at the table. You flipped trough your phone enjoying the peace of this leg of the journey.
“So you’re really just in the one corner of the bed?“
You shrugged, “I like sleeping like that,” you explained gesturing with your hands ever so slightly, “it feels safe.” sure it was a little odd, it made you feel protected and secure.
He squinted at you and titled his head, “Safe?“ he thought you were a bit odd. Which suited you well enough.
You rolled your eyes, but smiled at him anyway, “Yeah, like I could pounce on an intruder at a moment notice.“ you curled your hands into little claws and flexed them.
He looked rather nonplussed at your show of power, “Or get tangled in the sheets on the floor.” he took a sip of his drink.
You snort laughed at him, “You’re a real prick.”
You had all ended up drinking a little more than anticipated. Which was not unexpected. You’d gone faster and harder than the boys, and ended up in your bed earlier than the boys.
Even though you were pretty sloshed you couldn’t manage to get to sleep. Tossing and turning you wiggled around. You were to warm, or were you to cold? You couldn’t tell. You stripped down to your underwear.
It was leagues better. Cocooning yourself in blankets you had almost dozed off before an almost crashing sound caused you to jump. You were once gain on the floor.
“Caat like ‘flexes?” It was Smith and he was sloshed.
You wrapped your blanket around yourself to preserve a little bit of modesty, “Hey mate what are you doing in here?”
He shuffled a bit not unlike a zombie, “M’sleepy.“ he was in front of you now helping you get up almost roboticly.
You were pretty gone and so was he so that’s probably why you made the offer, “You want to sleep with me?” Smith giggled a bit, “Grow up!” you smacked him in the chest.
As he popped off his shirt and shorts you realized he never gave you a response. Although he probably didn’t need to seeing as he had flopped on the bed and stretched out like a star fish.
You pushed him over a bit and settled back in. Just as you you about to doze off for the second time he bumped you again, “M’ cold.” he whined again pawing at her cocoon.
You groaned and rolled to face him, “Smith.” you warned, but even in the darkness you could see the pout, “Ugh whatever we can share.” without had to sit up to unravel yourself and drape the blanket equally between the two of you.
He grinned sleepily at you, “Thank you.” he mumbled before promptly passing out.
The sun wasn’t out yet when you woke up. You could only have been asleep for a few hours, but why did you wake up? You felt something move beneath your head. You saw a chest, for a brief moment you had though it was your own before realizing you were an idiot.
You and Smith had managed to entangle with each other during the night. He even had an arm around your waist. It felt-- nice? It made butterflies swim in you stomach. Quite simply you decided that closing you eyes and falling back asleep was the best course of action.
Waking up did not feel as nice, but for different reasons. While Smith was still draped around you, and was warm and comfortable. Ross had decided to come in chipper as ever looking for Smith.
“Y/N! Have you seen Smith I haven’t been able to find him-” he stopped shouting and looked at the two of you. The walked out and gently closed the door. You could here the muffled ‘what the fuck‘ through the paper thin.
You could feel Smith tense for a moment before sitting up. You looked up at him, “Good morning you look like shit.”
He looked down at you and the tension seemed to diminish a bit, “I feel like shit.” he groaned cracking his back as he stood up.
“Maybe don’t drink so much next time” you blew a half heart ed raspberry at him and also got up to throw some clothing on.
You both stood quietly for a moment shuffling clothing on, “We didn’t?” the question hung in the air for a moment before you laughed.
“No Smith we didn’t, you wandered in bitching about me misusing the bed space and demanded I share.” Smith nodded and wandered out of the room.
The ride was a bit awkward for this leg of the trip. Smith was driving and all Ross could manage to do was keep darting between you and Smith. Trott didn’t seem to notice or at least care.
But as you had had all settled down to camp, and dinner was eaten and drinks were had, you laid down again for the night. You curled up cat like, and cocooned, slowly drifting to sleep.
There was a noise at your door, “H’llo?” you mumbled shifting to sit up.
Smith wandered in substantially more sober than the last time, “You got room for one more?” you couldn’t make his features out in the dark, but he sounded a bit awkward.
You uncocooned yourself and patted the bed to which he gratefully slipped in. For a moment you froze, you angled your head to look at him. You both made eye contact, he opened his arms and you gently, albeit a bit awkwardly, slipped into his arms.
You couldn’t help, but grin and nuzzle his breast,“You make me feel safe.“ he tightened around you for a moment. With your head oh his chest you were lulled to sleep by his ever present heartbeat.
