Travellogue 189 / 0916 The morning found them wrapped up in more bedsheets than either was used to; Nickolai felt like he was digging himself out of a landslide of linen.Travellogue 189 / 0916 The morning found them wrapped up in more bedsheets than either was used to; Nickolai felt like he was digging himself out of a landslide of linen. "Urf!" he groaned as he finally reached the edge of the bed. "You okay?" Furry asked. "I'm fine," he huffed. "Why do you people sleep in such huge beds? "I don't. Remember my bed?" "That was for when you were a little girl. On Earth, that's a bed for a normal-sized human," he replied. "True," she admitted. "I guess Shardik expects his guests to have guests." She winked at him with a grimace. He laughed. "You don't want to try that now, do you?" he asked. She shook her head. "I've got you for another five days," she replied, "and I'm not going to share you with anyone, Nickolai Dittrich. "Good," he said, leaning over and kissing her. "Now you get to suffer my morning breath." "I've done that before," she said, laughing. "Come on, let's go take a shower. I need to clean up. You made a mess, and then you made me sleep in the wet spot." "I'm sorry," he said. "Come on." He reached out a hand and helped her out of bed. They wandered into the shower together, where Nickolai ran his finger along a trio of electronic plates that apparently regulated water temperature, pressure, and pulse frequency. |