♙: for hermann/newt but specifically i want it to be #smallbed
“Maybe we should have asked for two hotel rooms,” Newt admits into the dark.
They’ve already had this debate, upon first entering the room. Newt insisted at the time that there’s no reason they can’t share the single, twin sized bed and Hermann reminded him that he tends to sleep sprawled across the already small full size bed they share. This somehow turned into a minor fight about how in sharing a bed, size should not truly matter because they should, apparently, sleep romantically entangled in each other’s arms.
Now, though? They’re sweaty and cramped and Hermann’s bony elbow has connected with Newt’s significantly less bony stomach about twice in the past five minutes.
“It seems a bit late for that,” Hermann answers, shifting to his side to make more room. “If you would like your own room, you can go downstairs to ask. You are the one who insisted we share a bed tonight.”
Newt sighs and shifts to turn on the bedside light. He’s not even sure what sort of cheap hotel thinks a room needs only one twin sized bed. Hermann makes a very displeased, very scrunched face as the light filters into the room. It’s very worth turning the light on for this sort of reaction.
“Alright, I’ll go downstairs. But if they give me a room with a bigger bed...”
“I think this hotel was designed specifically to torture its guests, most likely you’ll receive a room with a reclining chair. Lay back down.”
“Oh, changing your tune now?” Newt teases before he switches the light back off.
“Honestly at this point in time, I’m so used to the sound of you snoring when I fall asleep that I’m not sure if I can sleep with you elsewhere.”
“We could do a recording,” he muses as he throws an arm around Hermann’s midsection. If they’re going to share, they’ll have to be as physically close as possible and that’s just fine. Maybe they’ve been approaching this the wrong way. “It’s like how some people sleep and listen to whale sounds. You get to listen to a recording of snoring.”
“I’m afraid that it’s going to be the real thing or nothing at all. I don’t want the snoring without the perk of stealing the blankets from you to keep warm.”
“You’re an old romantic, babe, and I’m gonna cherish that sentiment forever.”