Sleeping On The Floor
Acepilot

AN - No.32 in the Road series. I'm aware that this is an old fic, I just kept getting problems with it not being a part of the Road series, which it was meant to be, so I thought I'd clarify that.

Disclaimer - the characters in this fic are property of KC.

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"Dude, your bed's gone."

I sigh, banging my head quietly against the wall. "Thank you, Dylan. Your observational skills have been a great boon to me."

Dil puts down the box he was carrying and turns to look at me. "I'd assumed you'd known. I was just curious as to why the hell it's gone. And where the hell it went. And why I didn't get it."

I rip open the tape covering the nearest box. "It's out the back, and it's yours if you want it. And it's gone because Kimmi sleeps on just a mattress."

"You gave up your bed for a girl?" Dil asks, grabbing his bottle of Lift from where he left it on my dressing table.

I shrug. "I'll get used to it."

He shakes his head. "Nah, it's not that. It's just that...well, I mean, it's a big step. And a big sign."

"It is?" I ask, curious.

"Well, yeah. I mean, you're bed's the one thing about you that's yours. But now it's not yours anymore. If you get what I mean. It's hers now. You're going to be sleeping on the floor because it's what she does." He shrugs. "But hey, to each their own."

I really hadn't thought about it like that. "Hmm."

"What?"

I shake my head. "Oh, nothing. Do you want the bed?"

"Yes," he tells me.

"What for?" I ask, cautiously.

"Sleeping on," he assures me, and strolls out of the bedroom, whistling horrendously out of key.

At which point my darling girlfriend sticks her head in. "Hey. I'm home."

That's going to take some getting used to hearing.

"Hey," I greet her in kind, lurching across the room and kissing her on the cheek. "How was your day?" I ask, wearily.

She looks around the mess of boxes and half-unpacked knick-knacks and her eyes rest on my dishevelled form. "Better than yours, by the looks of it."

I grin. "Nothing major. But I did spend the whole day lugging some hoarder's junk from one end of town to the other..."

She gives me a kiss in return and the slaps me upside the back of the head.

"I deserved that," I acknowledge.

She grins and releases me to start sifting through her boxes.

I lean on the chest of draws and watch her moving quietly through her belongings, and I wonder at what Dil said. Am I sacrificing a lot? Am I giving up my independence for her? Is it all hers now?

She seems to sense the fact that I'm watching her and she looks up at me with a curious look on her face. "What?"

Damn straight I'm sacrificing a lot. No question.

And I wouldn't want it any other way.

I grin mischievously before leaping from where I was standing to catch her around the waist and send us both toppling down onto the bed surrounded by the excess boxes. However, out of habit, I've misjudged the height, and I land hard on the mattress, thankful that I'm on the bottom. I'd have probably broken her arm or something otherwise.

"Are you okay?" she asks, concerned.

I grin and nod. "Yeah. Just something that's going to take some getting used to."