Snuggle meme response
Biff stumbled first into the mailbox, then a bush, before finally making it to the door to the apartment he and Maggie called home. He rested his forehead on the dirty green surface, smiling stupidly to himself as he twisted to rub his cheek against the cool metal. With one weak fist, he pounded on the door. He was too lazy to get a key out. Wayyyy too lazy.
It was nearing three in the morning, though, and he had slid to sit with his back to the door, almost falling asleep, when Maggie finally pulled open the door.
"Are you serious, Biff?"
Oooh, she sounded pissed. He laughed, falling back and grinning at her. He was pissed! But in a different way. The gift of tongues was so much fun. "You look so hot from this angle. I wish you were wearing a skirt." Biff frowned, trying to wriggle his way further into the front room, so Maggie could close the door. Which she was already trying to do, but his legs were stuck there! She must not have realized. Poor Biff's legs. "My legs!" he said.
"You are such --" Maggie broke off, clearly unable to put his idiocy into words large enough, at least at three in the morning. Once she got the door closed, she knelt next to him, grimacing at his smell. "Seriously, how much did you drink?"
Biff shrugged, kissing her neck and pushing himself up on his elbows. "There was this team and they played something with rugs and bees and I had to show that I was better than them," he explained messily.
"Did you honestly try to outdrink an entire rugby team?" Maggie sighed, hooking her hands under his armpits and trying to pull Biff up into something like standing.
Crowing with pleasure, he wrapped an arm around Maggie's small waist. "Hell yes I did! Almost won, would've if not for that gosh darn stupid ape man. I should want a bucket. I mean I want a bucket! Buhhh-ket."
Ignoring Biff's drunken rambling, Maggie steered the man into his bedroom, not even bothering to comment on the messy interior, instead pushing Biff rather unceremoniously onto his bed. "Take off your shoes and get under the covers." Placing an imperious hand on a cocked hip, Maggie made it clear she wasn't going to assist him in this simple task.
But Biff, his eyes screwed shut and his limbs strewn across the top of the bed, had no idea of how close he was to utter death. "Come sleep with me," he whined, wiggling his eyebrows weakly.
"You smell like vodka made of cow piss."
"Youuu don't even know what that smells like. It smells like nothing like this. I want you to -- my shoes should, I should take them off," Biff said, getting distracted. He opened his eyes painfully and raised his legs, trying to reach his feet with the least amount of movement.
Rolling her eyes despite the small smile spreading across her face, Maggie sat down on the rumpled bedspread, taking one of Biff's feet roughly, untying and pulling off one shoe, and then the other. He smiled slowly at her.
"You're so good to me," Biff said quietly, turning on his side and looking at her.
"Too good." Maggie nodded her head in confirmation, leaning back on an elbow and smiling tiredly at Biff.
Biff glanced away shyly, then lifted up a corner of the blanket, which he wasn't even under. She hesitated, but then smiled at him and slid under the covers. Staying on top of the bedspread, Biff grinned and curled up closer to her, sliding an arm around her middle. Maggie turned away from him, but pushed in closer until they were spooning.
Burying his nose in her rich red hair, as his fingers sleepily traced Hebrew on her bare forearm, Biff murmured, "Thanks."
Maggie just smiled.
It was nearing three in the morning, though, and he had slid to sit with his back to the door, almost falling asleep, when Maggie finally pulled open the door.
"Are you serious, Biff?"
Oooh, she sounded pissed. He laughed, falling back and grinning at her. He was pissed! But in a different way. The gift of tongues was so much fun. "You look so hot from this angle. I wish you were wearing a skirt." Biff frowned, trying to wriggle his way further into the front room, so Maggie could close the door. Which she was already trying to do, but his legs were stuck there! She must not have realized. Poor Biff's legs. "My legs!" he said.
"You are such --" Maggie broke off, clearly unable to put his idiocy into words large enough, at least at three in the morning. Once she got the door closed, she knelt next to him, grimacing at his smell. "Seriously, how much did you drink?"
Biff shrugged, kissing her neck and pushing himself up on his elbows. "There was this team and they played something with rugs and bees and I had to show that I was better than them," he explained messily.
"Did you honestly try to outdrink an entire rugby team?" Maggie sighed, hooking her hands under his armpits and trying to pull Biff up into something like standing.
Crowing with pleasure, he wrapped an arm around Maggie's small waist. "Hell yes I did! Almost won, would've if not for that gosh darn stupid ape man. I should want a bucket. I mean I want a bucket! Buhhh-ket."
Ignoring Biff's drunken rambling, Maggie steered the man into his bedroom, not even bothering to comment on the messy interior, instead pushing Biff rather unceremoniously onto his bed. "Take off your shoes and get under the covers." Placing an imperious hand on a cocked hip, Maggie made it clear she wasn't going to assist him in this simple task.
But Biff, his eyes screwed shut and his limbs strewn across the top of the bed, had no idea of how close he was to utter death. "Come sleep with me," he whined, wiggling his eyebrows weakly.
"You smell like vodka made of cow piss."
"Youuu don't even know what that smells like. It smells like nothing like this. I want you to -- my shoes should, I should take them off," Biff said, getting distracted. He opened his eyes painfully and raised his legs, trying to reach his feet with the least amount of movement.
Rolling her eyes despite the small smile spreading across her face, Maggie sat down on the rumpled bedspread, taking one of Biff's feet roughly, untying and pulling off one shoe, and then the other. He smiled slowly at her.
"You're so good to me," Biff said quietly, turning on his side and looking at her.
"Too good." Maggie nodded her head in confirmation, leaning back on an elbow and smiling tiredly at Biff.
Biff glanced away shyly, then lifted up a corner of the blanket, which he wasn't even under. She hesitated, but then smiled at him and slid under the covers. Staying on top of the bedspread, Biff grinned and curled up closer to her, sliding an arm around her middle. Maggie turned away from him, but pushed in closer until they were spooning.
Burying his nose in her rich red hair, as his fingers sleepily traced Hebrew on her bare forearm, Biff murmured, "Thanks."
Maggie just smiled.