discuss a habit you have that your partner may not approve of.
Movement at the other end of the bed that isn't his block-of-ice feet rouses Elizabeth from her late evening half-doze. She pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks down, sighs, and counts backwards from ten in her head. In Russian, for good measure. Then:
"Nathan."
Silence.
"Nathan, wake up."
She thinks she saw him stir.
"...Nathan."
"...?" Finally.
Elizabeth holds the sheets against her chest and gives the cavy at her feet a hard look. "He is not sleeping in here with us--" she pauses, off the look little Mister Sinister is giving her. "Don't look at me like that, I put Hamlet out as well."
Patient Name: Elizabeth Weir
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis (AU)
Word Count: 100
Patient's Partner: Nathan Scaevola (X-Men movieverse)
Notes: at least 95% for the lulz. Not necessarily binding. >_>