"Steve, move over. Steve, mooooove!" you wailed, as you gently pushed the unconcious form of Steve Trevor, whom lay on your bed. Asleep.
You were both drunk- very drunk- and both very sleepy.
There was an incoherent mumble from the handsome male but nothing more. He did not stir or infact, 'move over'.
You were becoming impatient, slowly turning from a silly drunk to an extremely annoyed one. "Steve, move now, otherwise-"
Before you could finish your threat, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you onto the bed.
You fell with a yelp, your head hitting the pillow with a heavy thud.
The blond snuggled against you, his companion, stealing a kiss from you alcohol-soaked lips before resting his chin on the top of your head. "You can stop yelling now." he mumbled.
"Never!" you declared with a giggle. "Goodnight, Stevie."
With a soft chuckle, he kissed the crown of your head. "Goodnight, darlin'."
