Won't Go Slowly

Part 6

All that you were aware of when you woke up was that you were surrounded by warmth and deep breathing, your body locked into a position on your side, somehow taking up the least amount of space possible. You opened your eyes, and were met with a face full of fur. You coughed slightly, trying to push the dog away from you so you had some breathing room, but, damn, he was heavy, and resisting against you, groaning and complaining the whole time. You sighed, because Tyler's arm was still over you, and you suspected he was still sleeping. You tried to use both your your hands to lift his arm up off you, flipping over quickly to face him before his arm dropped back over you. You froze for a second, wondering if you had woken him, but you couldn't see his eyes because his hair was flopped all over his face.

He groaned a little and his arm tightened around you and pulled you closer and you briefly relaxed when you realized he was still asleep and you hadn't woken him up, but then your eyes popped open when you realized you were even more stuck. You tried to perk your head up a bit and look around, to survey the situation. It seemed that Tyler was in a similar position to you, laying on his side, and really barely taking up any space, comparatively speaking. It was the dogs who were taking up 80% of the bed, their legs all stretched out. You looked around a little bit more and, judging by the rise and fall of their bellies, they were all still asleep.

It looked like Cash was wedged between your and Tyler's shins and, you thought if you could just move him a little more towards you, you might be able to create a path to climb out. You tossed your leg over the dog, trying to gently push him towards your direction of the bed to encourage him to scoot over just a little bit. You could hear him sigh, but he was so stubborn and just kept his complete body weight resting solidly on the bed. You were continuing to struggle, and then accidentally kicked Tyler in the shin and you froze, but someone he just rolled over, his leg coming over yours and locking you in even further. Great.

Your eyes widened when you shifted and realized that his leg was very much naked against yours, and you realized that you'd fallen asleep wearing your dress, which was now up around your waist. His thigh brushed yours and now your eyes were bouncing back in forth in your bed, trying to determine if he was naked. You didn't think he would be, but sometimes he had absolutely no regard for boundaries. And it wasn't like you slept in bed together regularly, usually it was just if you'd both fallen asleep on the couch watching a movie or something. Other than a few times late in high school when you'd be staying over at someone's house after a late night or something. Or a few times a group of you had gone camping and you'd shared an air mattress. But all of those times he definately had shorts on. And a shirt.

Finally, Cash stood up, but before you could even move he just turned in a circle, flopping back down right on your foot and shaking the entire mattress. Tyler's eyes blinked sleepily a couple of times, focusing on you, his face still smushed against the pillow, a small smile on his face. "Hi," he said, his voice soft, disentangling his leg from yours, hand trailing where his arm was draped over you, but not pulling it away from you.

"Hi," you replied.
"Ho—" he started, but it broke up with an 'oof' when Gerry launched himself onto the both of you, and you rolled onto your back, your hands instinctively going to cover your face to protect in from paws. "Oh my god," Tyler said, and the bed became a mess of limbs and paws and tails, and you could hear Tyler saying sternly "off" and "Gerry", but you weren't sure whether he was trying to push him away or pull him closer. Gerry's tongue suddenly lapped out, getting you right in the eye, and your hand went over it, and he started licking you all over your face excitedly, and all you could hear was Tyler laughing hard next to you.

"Gerry! Gerry!" Tyler was saying, although he was laughing at the same time, so it wasn't really very effective, although he managed to finally pull the dog's face away from yours, sitting up slightly and puckering his lips so Gerry would lick him.