TaserWings Sci-Fi AU, only one bed trope.
“Well, this is an interesting dilemma, Captain. Who screwed up the bunking assignments this badly?”
Sam sighed and dropped his duffle on the floor.
“I don’t know, but when I find out, they’re busted down to ensign and put on gamma shift,” he sighed.
“It’s not THAT bad rooming with me,” Darcy playfully retorted. “I’ll have you know that I’m a very good roommate. I don’t snore, I don’t drool, and I don’t hog the blankets.”
“What if I do and I’m just too embarrassed to have you discover it?” he responded, trying hard not to stare at her. Darcy was a civilian scientist aboard the Falcon who was attending a major conference on New Vulcan and apparently, someone on board the ship had failed to request the right amount of rooms.
“I’ve never seen you embarrassed about anything!” she exclaimed, placing her own bag beside the opposite side of the bed. “I promise I won’t tell if you’re a drooler.”
She winked at him saucily and Sam chuckled. This was going to be an interesting night.
As it turned out, Sam’s embarrassing habit was he was a serial cuddler. Darcy woke up to find him wrapped around her like an octopus: a nice, warm, handsome octopus.
“I might just have to finally ask him out,” she thought. “I’m a civilian, so he can’t object on regulations grounds. He seemed to be into me last shore leave. Cuddly is a bonus.”
