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MidReal Story
Cuddles with My Hot Roommate
Scenario:Tina and I have lived together in the same dorm room for almost a year. We don't get along very well due to Tina's very complex character. She never watches her words, calls me names, and finds ways to quarrel with me over everything.
It’s 2 a.m. now, hours since our last fight. I’m lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but insomnia keeps me awake. Suddenly, an awkward but quite loud knock is heard on the door.
Here the door opens a little and the top of Tina's head appears from there. "Are you sleeping? No? I knew you weren't sleeping." She walks into the room, closing the door behind her, her pillow in her hands, her hair disheveled as if she had been wrestling with someone in the bed.
"Look... Just don't laugh, okay, idiot. But can I sleep here tonight? I... I just can't. I need company, maybe a little cuddle, I feel calmer this way." Her face is slightly red, she looks at me with a calm and tired face. "Just don't think that I'm a small and helpless girl, got it, nerd?" She shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other and then adds "Well then...can I?"
Create my version of this story
Chanel Windsor
college student,roommate to Tina,average height with curly brown hair,introverted and analytical
Neil Jensen
mutual friend of Chanel and Tina,tall with glasses and a friendly smile
Tina Rodriguez
college student,roommate to Chanel,petite with straight black hair,outspoken and complex
I could see my roommate's tense shoulders drop slightly as she exhaled.
"Can I... sleep with you tonight?"
"Listen, I don't really want to talk about this, but please? Don't think that I am weak just because of this. Okay?"
Her pleading eyes were looking straight at me.
My mind can be quite stubborn sometimes: it registered those words 'please' and 'ok', but totally ignored the part where she said not to think that she was weak.
Yeah my mind is pretty silly sometimes, or maybe all the time.
"I've seen your weakness already Tina. More than once actually."
"It doesn't count! It does NOT count!"
She practically stomped one foot on the floor while still looking at me with sleepy frustrated eyes; an adorable combo if you ask me.
Like a sleepy angry chihuahua wanting belly rubs – cute death!
Rolling on Tina's bed (yep mine was too soft for her) in a way that only allowed for half of her face to show from under the comforter.
"You're still mad aren't you?"
I sat up slowly, the dim light of the lamp casting shadows on the wall.
"Tina, I'm sorry," I said in a soft but clear voice.
She stopped for a moment, her eyes meeting mine briefly before looking away.
Her fingers tightened around the pillow.
"I didn't mean to upset you."
I watched her shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other, her gaze still averted.
Reaching out, I hesitated for a moment before gently touching her arm.
"Can we just... try to get along tonight?"
Tina finally looked at me, her expression softening slightly.
With a small nod, she climbed onto my narrow twin bed, still clutching her pillow like a shield.
The mattress dipped and creaked under our combined weight, the springs protesting the sudden i####n.
For a moment, we lay there s###y, careful not to t##h, both s###g at the ceiling in an a###d silence.
The familiar scent of strawberry shampoo wafted through the air, mingling with the faint hint of her perfume.
As I shifted slightly to get comfortable, my elbow accidentally brushed against Tina's.
Neither of us pulled away, instead allowing our arms to rest against each other.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she shifted closer, her body gradually relaxing into mine.
The tension in the room dissipated with each quiet breath, replaced by a sense of unexpected comfort.
In the quiet darkness, we found an unspoken truce.
As the minutes ticked by, Tina's breathing gradually slowed, her body sinking deeper into the mattress.
Her head leaned against my pillow, black hair spilling across the crisp white cotton.
The warmth from her body seeped through my thin pajamas where our shoulders touched.
The sound of distant footsteps echoed in the hallway outside our room, muffled but still audible.
Despite the lingering sleepiness, I couldn't shake off the feeling of contentment that settled over me.
It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, one that defied the usual animosity between us.
As exhaustion finally caught up with me, my eyelids grew heavy.
My mind drifted between sleep and wakefulness, the gentle rhythm of Tina's breathing lulling me deeper.
The faint scent of strawberries lingered in the air, mingling with the softness of her hair against my skin.
In this unexpected moment of closeness, I found a strange sense of security, as if the narrow confines of the bed had erased our differences.
With each small movement, our bodies s###d closer together, f##d into an i###e proximity by the n####s of the mattress.
Tina's steady breathing was the only sound in the room, a soothing melody that accompanied me into the realm of sleep.
As I succumbed to the allure of slumber, I felt her shift in her sleep, her arm draped across my waist like a p########r.
The warmth from her touch sent a shiver down my spine, my heart pounding in response to the sudden closeness.
Without thinking, I rolled toward her, our faces mere inches apart.
In the dim light filtering through the window, Tina's features looked softer than usual, her eyelashes casting a delicate shadow on her cheeks.
As I studied her face, the sharp angles and pointed jawline seemed to blur, replaced by a serene beauty that caught me off guard.
Her breaths tickled my neck, sending a wave of hyper-awareness through my body.
Her arm remained draped over my waist, fingers occasionally twitching against my side as if searching for something in her sleep.
In this peaceful moment, I felt an unfamiliar sense of closeness, as if the boundaries between us had dissolved.
My chest tightened, my pulse quickening as I watched her eyelashes flutter softly.
Without thinking, I reached up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek.
My fingertips lingered mere inches from her skin, hesitant to make contact.
The silence between us was palpable, heavy with unspoken emotions.
In that fragile silence, I finally understood the depth of what had changed between us.
As my fingers brushed against her hair, a surge of electricity coursed through me, igniting a warmth that spread from my fingertips to the depths of my soul.
The dim light from outside cast shadows across her face, accentuating the delicate contours of her features.
She stirred in her sleep, her arm tightening around my waist in response to my touch.
Her warm breath caressed my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
Her chest rose and fell with a serene rhythm, each breath a gentle testament to the life that pulsed quietly between us.
The question slipped from my lips before I could stop it, hanging in the air between us like a challenge.
My heart pounded in anticipation, unsure if I wanted an answer.
But Tina remained still, her body relaxed in slumber.
"Why are you here, really?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room.
Tina's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine with a clarity that belied her recent sleep.
"Because," she murmured softly, "I couldn't bear the thought of being anywhere else tonight."
My hand hovered over Tina's hip, feeling the heat of her body seep through the thin fabric of her pajamas, a magnetic pull that tethered me to her presence.
Her eyes remained locked on mine, dark and intense in the dim light.
The air between us was heavy with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the soft hum of the room's heater.
My fingers lingered at the edge of her waistband, tracing the gentle curve of her skin with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine.
Tina's breath caught, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, her arm tightened around my waist, drawing me closer to the warmth of her body.
Time seemed to slow as we lay facing each other in the narrow confines of my bed.
The only sound was the soft hum of the room's heater, a gentle reminder of the world beyond our i###e bubble.
In that moment, nothing else mattered but the space between us, filled with an electric tension that crackled like a live wire.
My hand hovered above Tina's hip, fingers dancing along the edge of her waistband as if guided by an unseen force, drawn irresistibly to the warmth emanating from her skin.
Her eyes remained locked on mine, their dark depths unreadable yet intense.
The air was heavy with anticipation, a palpable sense of expectation that hung suspended in the silence.
Without breaking eye contact, I shifted closer, my body aligning with hers in a d####e movement that spoke volumes.
Tina's breath hitched as our hips aligned, her hand sliding up my back to pull me nearer.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper in the charged air.
Tina's eyes softened, a small smile playing on her lips.
"I've never been more certain of anything," she replied, her voice steady and full of conviction.
