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“OK!" Missy started. “Bedtime!" She was sitting on his bed, holding one of his pillows.

“Right, so head on over to the couch," Leo replied, motioning back at the living room.

“Nope. You already forgot about our deal? I get you to sleep with me! It's part of the challenge, c'mon." She patted the bed down, beckoning him over.

Leo's eyes narrowed. That definitely wasn't part of the challenge, but he wasn't going to bother arguing with her logic. “Fine, but you better take up the couch when you fail."

“Sure, suuuuuuure." Missy nodded slowly. “Will do, buddy. You got it." Leo hesitantly sat down on the side of the bed, taking up as much of the edge as he could. “So how about some TV before bed?"

“Didn't you watch that all day?" Leo asked, pulling the sheets over him. Normally he wouldn't sleep with a shirt on, but he felt vulnerable with Missy in the same bed as him, as embarrassing as that thought was.

“What? You really just lay here—" she lay back and looked up at the ceiling “—and just wait to sleep?" She looked over at him. “Boring, dude. Boring."

“Light from the TV messes with your—"

“Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

“Fine, watch your television. Only going to make it harder for you."

Missy gladly flicked on the television. “So, I was thinking," she started. “How about we make it a little more... interesting?"

Leo peeked over at her. “What? What do you mean by that?"

“I was thinking." She scooted over to him. The white of her eyes glinted in the television light. Eesh. “How about, say, at ten, I get thirty minutes to get you to sleep with me."

“And? That only makes it even harder for you, idiot," Leo replied.

Missy waved a hand. “Sure, sure, but I wanted to add another layer to the deal."

“What? I get even more out of this? Perfect." He rolled his eyes.

“Mhmm. You get to do whatever rules you want, but—" she held up a finger “—if I win, I get to sleep in this bed whenever I want." She smiled. “That sound good?"

Leo shrugged. “Sure, but you can't force me."

“Yeah."

“And you can't pull my clothes off."

“Perish the thought."

“And you don't pull out of the deal."

“Me? A coward? That's pretty mean, dude."

“It's a deal then," Leo replied. Missy stuck her hand out for a shake, Leo promptly turned back over.

An annoyed smack came down on his shoulder. “What's a deal if you don't shake on it?"

“I already gave my word. I won't go back on it."

Missy giggled. “You better," she breathed into his ear, sending chills down his spine.

Leo swatted back at the air. “Don't do that again," he said, rubbing his ear.

“I'm just getting you ready for the full course, dear."

So the pair lay there in bed. Missy was back on her television while Leo stared at the wall, waiting for the clock to hit ten. Occasionally he would sneak a peek at the television out of sheer boredom, but mostly remained stoic in his bored staring. Missy must've had something planned. She was acting far too cocky not to have something up her long, long sleeve. Maybe her monstrous species had some sort of ability to release pheromones. It was an absurd thought, sure, though her entire existence was absurd. She could do anything, and he wouldn't even expect it. Tick tock.

The clock hit ten. Not that Leo knew that, no, instead Missy shouted, “Let's get started!" She shut off the television and rolled up next to him. She was warm and soft, like a fluffy pillow. If anything that made him less aroused.

“Going to have to try harder than that."

“Oh," Missy whispered. “I will, Leo. I will." She wrapped an arm around him, keeping it squarely on his torso. He honestly expected to have to shoo him off of his crotch. She purred, poorly mimicking a cat. Then she let out a groan as she stretched.

“Thirty minutes," Leo said shifting onto his back. He couldn't help but smile at her poor attempts. Probably never had to deal with a guy with his head on straight. Nope, those petty tactics wouldn't work on him.

“Shh, shh." Missy's arm slowly moved across his chest, her forearm settling on his shoulder, then her hand easing onto his head.

Leo looked at her limb. It was creepier up close. “You have a pretty bad idea of foreplay."

Missy hummed softly. It reverberated through him, surprisingly relaxing him. That's not sexy, though, so he was still winning. Hmph. “You know, Leo, you've got a pretty comfy bed," Missy said. Her words were drawn out and relaxed, like she was just teetering on the edge of reality and dreams. That sounded good. Leo snuggled into his pillow with a nod. Memory foam had its advantages. She yawned. That was a little too hard to resist, so he gave a small yawn of his own. Not long after, she started running her fingers through his hair, playing with every strand. Her fingers were gentler than he imagined. They did look like daggers when viewed from specific angles, so it was hard to picture that she could handle anything carefully. It was... nice. Missy? Nice? He would've laughed had he not been so tired. It must've been a long day.

Missy's velvet hand changed from playing to simply rubbing. Now he was the animal, huh? It didn't feel too bad, he guessed. Missy's head inched closer. Leo could feel her soft, warm breath blow past his neck. “Vargen ylar i nattens skog." What? That sounded ridiculous but— Leo blinked. His eyes became heavier. It seemed familiar. Missy came closer, her wet nose brushing up against his skin. “Hon vill men kan inte sova," she hummed. What was it? Closer. “Hungern river I henne varga buk." Something a while ago that was... His eyes closed. Missy's nose trailed up his neck, nudging at the edge of his ear. “Och det är kallt i hennes håla." Each word dropped into his body. Every syllable easing his nerves.

“Missy?" Leo whispered.

“Du varg du varg, kom inte hit." Missy pulled him close. “Ungen min får du aldrig."