it's so funny to read "and there was just one bed :O" fanfiction set in time periods where sharing a bed was entirely normal. Guys, just be glad it's only the two of you.
Hmm.
Proposition: There’s only the two of us in this bed (which makes it uncomfortably intimate). We’re usually three abed with Snoring Steve the footman between us. We kind of expected to bunk down before the fire or in a hayloft, but our mysteriously gracious host has given us a room, and this bed, and there’s only two of us in this bed.















