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How many nights had it been now? Leo settled into bed next to Missy once again. It had become routine. Normal. Annoying, but normal. Missy hadn’t even left the TV on, so he wasn’t under the sheets either. It felt odd to sleep without the constant hum of the television and Missy shifting next to him. “Not going to watch anything?” Leo asked as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Thought you hated it.”

“I guess.”

“You wanna watch one?”

Leo blinked, not even feeling that welcoming tug of sleep on his eyelids. “Not really.” This didn’t feel right. Was Missy somehow tossing out his whole sleep schedule?

“Not gonna sleep?”

“Don’t feel like it.”

“You did some work around the house, shouldn’t you be all tired now?”

“I thought I would be.”

There was a long silence between them. Missy, naturally, took hold of the reins. “So what should we do now?” she asked, turning toward him. There was some uneasiness that Leo couldn’t quite place. Like a subtle sense of embarrassment knocking at the back of his head. “You wanna talk again?”

“Isn’t it weird to talk to someone in bed?” Leo replied. More like weird to talk to someone in the same bed if they weren’t screwing one another. He briefly wondered why that social taboo was present before dumping the idea.

“What are we doing right now, huh? Sounds like talking to me.” She scooted up onto his pillow, her head dangerously close to his own. “I could sing you that lullaby again.”

“No.” Leo paused. “Thanks. I’m fine.” Not that it was a terrible idea, just that the way Missy described it last time as ‘sleeping’ with her pained him. Nor could he actually admit to needing her help in some way. That was either the male in him talking or the overwhelming embarrassment.

“Uh, I was kinda thinking we could trade,” Missy said in a near whisper.

“Is something wrong, Missy? You’re a little off.”

“It’s part of the trade.” Missy growled, causing Leo to scoot away from her. Oh no. “I scratch your itch, you scratch mine.”

It all clicked into place. “No.” Leo shook his head. “No, no, no, I am not doing that. I’m sorry, Missy, no.”

“Leo, c’mon. I broke your fucking computer.” She sighed. “No, I didn’t, but you know what I mean. I can’t use it.”

“You have an imagination, Missy.” Leo turned away. He must’ve been making an impression on the bed by now. “You don’t need a computer for that.”

“I do. I do. I really do.” Her hand wrapped around his arm, fingers draping down onto his chest. “Do you know how hard it is to do with these hands? The porn does most of the job.” Her grip tightened. “I just need someone else’s touch. Just this once.” She let out another low groan.

Leo wriggled his arm, causing Missy to loosen up. “I have my phone, you can use that.” He really wanted to tell her off but he supposed she couldn’t help this one little bestial tick of hers. Leo picked up his phone and held it back for her.

“I don’t want to use the phone. I want a touch. That’s it! Just one little touch!” Missy shook him firmly.

Leo retracted his offer, setting his phone back down. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Missy pulled herself closer. “Why not? I thought we were friends. Once. Just once.”

“Friends don’t jerk each other off.”

“I’d do that for you,” Missy instantly replied.

“For the last time, no.”

“I know. You’re used to humans. I’m not human though, reality check.” There was a hint of despair to her voice that made her requests all the more odd. She really wasn’t faking it.

Leo shut his eyes. “Does it hurt?”

“No. No, it’s just in my fucking head.”

His eyes opened in relief. “Then you can deal with it yourself.”

“Yes, yes it hurts.”

“Missy.”

“Fine. I’ll take the phone.” Missy reached over him with a growl and swiped the phone off the table. “Shit, Leo.” She barreled over him and scampered off into the living room. He very briefly considered closing the door behind her. Then he imagined the awkward moment where he would have to let her back in. Instead, Leo turned to face the now empty side of the bed. It felt odd not to have someone next to him too. Getting used to Missy was a terrible thought. A rumbling hiss shattered his thoughts. Not having even the slightest barrier to dampen her infernal noises was painful in more ways than one. Too late now, he supposed.

Missy continued with her pained noises. From low growls to high pitched hisses. It was hard to think she was doing what she was doing. That didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t help. They were acquaintances at best. She needed it though, didn’t she? He asked if it hurt, that was as far as that broken olive branch would go. Would you have done it then? Maybe, he replied to himself. There was a surrealism to the seriousness of the whole thing. She had her needs, but that didn’t mean he had to cater to them. Missy was lucky to get everything she had in this arrangement — another yelp came his way — and was lucky she could even touch his personal belongings to help herself out.

More prolonged and strained noises came, then silence. Leo made absolutely sure she was finished before speaking up. “Wash your hands,” he said. Missy grumbled as she passed his door. It still didn’t sit right with him how quietly she could move around. The sink turned on, there was the splash of water, then it shut off again. Leo could only barely make out her footsteps as she placed down his phone and then settled back into the spot next to him.

“Did’ja miss me?” she asked, chipper attitude quickly returning.

“You didn’t get any mess on my phone, did you?” Leo asked.

“Is that seriously the first thing you ask me?”

“Fine. Are you alright?”

“You could say something like that, yeah.” Her teeth glinted in the moonlight. Leo made a mental note to shut his blinds first thing tomorrow morning. “I think I’m ready to hit the hay.” She squirmed in bed for a moment. “And sorry I flipped out like that.”

“It’s alright.” Leo shifted onto his back and shut his eyes.

“You know, if you helped, it would be a lot—”

“Good night.” And shifted away from her yet again.

Missy sighed. “Good night, my lovely prude.” If that was being a prude, he was the damned Pope.