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Who: Tommy Shepherd and Kate Bishop
When: A day or two after Tommy's last dream went up on the network.
Where: 3D
Summary: Tommy is still in the doghouse for having a ~sexy dream~ about Kate, so he's turning the bottom bunk into a Mancave. Kate will not have this ugly, masculine monstrosity in their room.
Rating: Uhm, PG to be safe?
Warnings: Cuddles. Fluff. Teenagers being an old married superhero couple.
It was mid-day and Tommy has been firmly refusing to sleep ever since a certain incriminating dream went up on the network. It wasn't fair, wasn't fair at all, damn it! That had cost him his spot in their bed. Sure, nothing had happened since that one week they never talked about now, but Tommy still liked sharing a bed - he liked the body heat, liked the closeness, liked the companionship. He didn't like being alone, and he was a bit of an attention whore, so being relegated to the bottom bunk? Horrible punishment.
Thus, he was still sulking.
Sulking epicly, in fact. Since the bottom bunk (which he still couldn't help but think of as a guest bed) was apparently his for the rest of the week, he had poutingly tied a sheet up around the perimeter of it to make walls. Because now, god damn it, it was his man-cave. And what did men do in their man-caves when they weren't hanging out with other men, and when they didn't have TV or video games or... well, anything entertaining?
They stole crayons and paper from the rec room and drew.
When: A day or two after Tommy's last dream went up on the network.
Where: 3D
Summary: Tommy is still in the doghouse for having a ~sexy dream~ about Kate, so he's turning the bottom bunk into a Mancave. Kate will not have this ugly, masculine monstrosity in their room.
Rating: Uhm, PG to be safe?
Warnings: Cuddles. Fluff. Teenagers being an old married superhero couple.
It was mid-day and Tommy has been firmly refusing to sleep ever since a certain incriminating dream went up on the network. It wasn't fair, wasn't fair at all, damn it! That had cost him his spot in their bed. Sure, nothing had happened since that one week they never talked about now, but Tommy still liked sharing a bed - he liked the body heat, liked the closeness, liked the companionship. He didn't like being alone, and he was a bit of an attention whore, so being relegated to the bottom bunk? Horrible punishment.
Thus, he was still sulking.
Sulking epicly, in fact. Since the bottom bunk (which he still couldn't help but think of as a guest bed) was apparently his for the rest of the week, he had poutingly tied a sheet up around the perimeter of it to make walls. Because now, god damn it, it was his man-cave. And what did men do in their man-caves when they weren't hanging out with other men, and when they didn't have TV or video games or... well, anything entertaining?
They stole crayons and paper from the rec room and drew.