Multi-Fandom One Shots

Nap Acclimate (Rowena MacLeod)

Rowena liked to sleep in. She called it beauty sleep, and insisted it was necessary. You claimed she didn't need it, and while flattered, it changed nothing. She continued to sleep in and often encouraged you to do the same.

You weren't made for sleeping in, however, so you struggled with this part of your relationship. Both of you were relieved this was your biggest problem yet.

The sun hadn't even come up properly when your thoughts gained coherency. They came together in a single realization that it was entirely too early. The black-out curtains worked well, but there was nothing to black out. The air chilled as it did in the mornings. Not a moment after the thought, the heat kicked on. Causes had effects and you knew you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. You grabbed the comforter with one hand and Rowena must've sensed a disturbance in the force because she suddenly rolled toward you and threw an arm over your waist. Like a child with a plushie, she slowly tightened around you like a python about to feed. You sighed, slowly going limp.

Her front pressed against your back and you knew you weren't moving. The slowly warming room and the dim lights were perfect conditions for sleeping in. But you wouldn't have managed it without the yarrow and liquor smell wafting through your every sense. She was like a little Scottish furnace and you soon drifted to back sleep.

The next time your eyes fluttered open, you were tangled with your furnace. One of her legs slotted between yours and her other hooked over your hip. Her head fit over your shoulder and her breath blowed down your front. Her hair was mixed in with yours and you found your next painting's inspiration. A glanceat yourr nightstand and the digital clock read 10:27. You ran a hand down your face before reaching behind you and sinking your fingers into unmade curls. You mumbled unintelligibly and rubbed your fingers along her head, through her red hair. You'd kicked the comforter down some time in the last 4 hours. Wow, that was a long nap. Only Rowena could help you sleep in that long.

Rowena's arms tightened around you as you tried to roll to the floor. You whined and rolled back into her. "Ro..." you complained, feeling all too trapped. You lifted into your feet to roll to face her without ending up on top of her. "It's late!"

"Shh..." was her only response. She wouldn't appreciate you waking her further, but you were growing restless and your back hurt like you needed to pop it. She pulled you tighter against her. You whined again, shifting what little you could in her hold.

You grimaced, the picture of discomfort. "Ro-oh!" you sobbed with dry eyes.

The century-old witch rolled on top of you. Her hand rested on your heart. "Somnia," she mumbled under her breath.

You went limp again, though faster with the mystic aid.

Smirking in victory, Rowena laid entirely on top of you. Pinning you, she laid her head on your shoulder, drifting again easily with the lullaby of your heartbeat.

It was the afternoon when the witch awoke again. She stretched out and took a deep breath. She let the moment stand before facing you. She smiled weakly at your unconscious form. She wasn't fond over having to enchant you, but she was even more unwilling to surrender her cuddle-buddy, though she'd never say that. She always slept worse after you left the bed. It made her bitchier and more lethal.

With no fear of being caught, the Scot extended a hand to push some hair from your face. You were a whiny brat when you were uncomfortable too so she knew you wouldn't be upset at her spell. And anyway, you were most of the reason she was going for the redemption thing. You had to bear the burdens which accompanied such a responsibility. With a fond chuckle, the redhead trailed her fingers down your throat, grinning smugly at the goosebumps spreading from her touch. She paused briefly on your throat to feel your rarely steady pulse. You shivered. With an even wider grin, her hand kept moving until, her hand kept moving until she held your shoulder. She shook you firmly, but gently and softly called out your name.