The dark magic that possessed him would never allow its host to die. Even when he felt mentally exhausted, or when his body craved the softness of a feather mattress and silk sheets, the curse raged and refused to allow him more than a couple hours rest.
(Pleasant Dreams, Rumbelle Dark Castle dream fic.)
Belle French couldn’t sleep.
She was plenty exhausted from moving boxes all day, and arranging the new display at the front of the library, but sleep was no friend to her.
(Sleep Buddies, Rumbelle insomnia and bed sharing fic.)
She swallowed and considered the gravity of his words, trying not to be distracted by his teasingly light touches. They had fallen asleep together a couple of times, only for a little while, an hour or two here or there because they were too exhausted from the day’s work and the ferocious sex. But they had never spent the night together, woken up together in the morning. This was new territory, and she was afraid to let herself want it.
(A Thousand Miles Down, TTOI Malcolm x Sam smutty angst thing)