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A/N

A midnight pondering that inspired me as I tried to sleep. After managing to blurt it all out, I fell asleep too!


She Thought, He Knew

She thought it was kind of humorous to think that she knew he didn't know that she knew that she wasn't asleep. She also pondered how anyone could sleep with him in the room, reading a book right next to her, muttering the words softly under his breath. She couldn't, that was for sure. The bed sheets rustled as he pulled them up, the slight snort of the other occupant startling her, her eyebrows twitching as she tried to think herself to sleep. He continued to read, whispering closer to her ear. Great, she couldn't sleep and she just had to listen to him reading contents from the latest romance she had picked up at a secondhand store. He started on chapter three. She faked a throaty noise and then snuggled up in a tight ball, listening to him voice out the characters words. She couldn't sleep when he whispered in her ear, who could?

The book closed, and a dull thump sounded on the floor from where he had dropped it. He was finally going to turn off the light. She smiled with her eyes closed, convinced that he was facing the lamp to turn it off. She counted.

Ten…

The bed sheets whispered.

Nine…

He yawned loudly, rolling over onto his side.

Eight…

She almost wanted to open her eyes.

Seven…

Something clicked, soft piano music flowing from the speakers. Her CD, his nightly tastes.

Six…

She really, really wanted to open her eyes.

Five…

What was he wearing anyway?

Four…

The shirt she had bought him?

Three…

His arms brushed hers for one second.

Two…

She almost forgot that she was supposed to be breathing.

One…

The light was still on and he yawned again, snuggling almost too close to her. She could feel him bringing the covers up on her, covering her shoulders. She still hoped that he wouldn't notice that she was blushing. His arm touched her other arm, laying there motionless. His breathing evened, and then when she thought he would finally go to sleep, something feathery light touched her eye brow, running down her cheek. His calloused finger, worn from work and warm from him touched her face and then her lips. She really hoped he didn't notice her blush. He probably didn't. He was just that dense.

"G'night."

The lamp clicked off, and his arm attentively touched hers, staying there as he fell asleep. She didn't feel like opening her eyes, in fact she was so very sleepy…

Mugan popped an eye open, and smiled at her bright red face. Now that he thought about it, it was kind of hilarious to think that she thought, he didn't know that she knew that she wasn't really asleep. His arm still touched hers. He knew what she didn't.

He knew she was faking.

End


A/N

For some strange reason i've been recently addicted to Samurai Champloo. I just had to write a story about them , it was cute, even though it's something Mugen wouldn't normally do in a circumstance like that.

Signing out,

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