Moody Dave

PB + J: Interview

I've been seeing this cute questions prompt, and it got me wondering how the man himself might respond. Before I knew it, Pedge was! At least in my IMAGINATION. I have imbibed most of his interviews so it's an educated GUESS, but I also like writing dialogue and this was a fun exercise.

It's also interesting how many times Pedge acts as an avatar for my personal growth or emotional exploration. As always, Pedge is a self-made man, if you count Bitmoji and my FABRICATED answers...

Do you make your bed?

J: Never. I detest it. I want at least one area of my life that stays cozy and messy and immediately ready for cuddles. Plus I’m single, so nobody else to answer to.

Pedge: If I remember. I’m kind of lazy. When given the chance, I’m a homebody so….wait, do I have a guest? 

Favorite Number? 

J: Seven? Three? I’m not superstitious, but I like patterns.

Pedge: Favorite number? Uh…2 billion…and FIVE! Point…6. 

What’s your job?

J: How much time have you got? I think of myself as an artist and collegiate professor. I specialize in music, theater and art mentorship.

Pedge: The jury’s still out. I’m trying. I think it’s official, but who knows? Trying to play in the sandbox over here. Would love to write some more. One dream at a time…

If you could go back to school would you?

J: Absolutely. I’m a collegiate professor so I go to school for a living. But I would get every degree, every subject…okay not EVERY subject…

Pedge: Absolutely not. I kind of….suck at school. I’m very good at reading. I’m voracious. But school and I were not a great fit.

Can you parallel park?

J: Yes, nervously. I had an apartment in college that required parallel parking, but downtown areas make me tremendously anxious. I hate doing it.

Pedge: Um, hello? Whataryatalkinabot? Yeah. I live in LA. Well, when I’m not in NY, and there nobody drives. I mean, I guess I’d rather walk? Without talking…I’ve got headphones.

Can you drive a manual car?

J: Nope. My grandma taught me to drive a tractor. Does that count? Don’t think I remember…

Pedge: Uh…I don’t know. Do I? I feel like this is one of those questions where they ask if you can do something so you lie about it on your resume. Yes. I also can ride a horse. That one I can actually do…

What’s your guilty pleasure?

J: Smoking. I have a weekly cigarillo and read Tumblr. Boop.

Pedge: NOTHING. I have no guilty pleasures…because pleasure is not something to feel guilty about. I did like smoking in Narcos. Narcossss. 

Tattoos?

J: I’ve been planning four very specific tattoos, particularly after my hysterectomy last year. But I’m waiting for the right time. Not sure when that is exactly…

Pedge: Yes. Next question.

Favorite Color?

J: Yes. I like all colors.

Pedge: I like colorful things. Colorful people. I’ve never forgotten that quote by Alice Walker, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple and don’t notice it”. I just finished reading “The Autobiography of Red” by Anne Carson. And I like “Bluets” by Maggie Nelson…

Do you like puzzles?

J: Definitely, but my mom is the expert. I like Lego Sets and internal emotional puzzles.

Pedge: Don’t have the patience. I can like…stand and point where things would go. I’ll boss you around while you work on a puzzle…I’d rather read…

Any phobias?

J: The ocean. This is ridiculous because I grew up on the West Coast, but I’ve only “swum” in the ocean once, in Mexico. I also dislike thinking about infinity. It’s just too scary.

Pedge: Phobias? Spiders? I like horror movies, so I’d take a good scare, especially in the cinema. Unemployment? Does that count? 

Favorite Childhood Sport:

J: Dance. Running? I didn’t get into half marathons until adulthood, so PE was a terrifying experience. Can we never do dodgeball again? 

Pedge: Viva Chile! I like futbol. I mean, soccer. If we win. WHEN we win…I swam competitively as a kid. Until I didn’t.

Do you talk to yourself?

J: Constantly. This is an ongoing monologue that never ceases. Why do you think I’m in the arts.

Pedge: Isn’t that…what we’re doing now? Wait, what is this? Who are you? Whyaruaskinmeallthesequestons? Yes. Sometimes I can’t get myself to shut up. Now, if I would only listen.

*thanks @thecutestgrotto for the dividers!

Pedro at the Beach

Ah! This turned out a little better than I was expecting! I didn't get to do as much sewing as I wanted, but featuring some Pablo Neruda poetry and my handy dandy PP coloring book among other things... We know our guy likes the beach...

Pedro Scouts of Tumblr!

I did it! 60 badges and glamping has never been better! A big thank you to Pedro Scouts for organizing such fun activities, we can't wait till next year! Pedge is trying to roast smores in the living room over a toaster oven, so I've gotta go! We have achieved the Rank of Full Intercourse :) Pedge is reminding me there are many healthy definitions of sexy fulfillment, but it's hard to argue with the Big "O"...Thank you @pedroscouts, we are very satiated.

Pedro Scouts: Glamping Pedro Scouts Beat the Heat Ice Cream Social Pedro Scouts: Let's Get It Up Pedge's Bonfire Happy Ending

Oh man, I tried to avoid Marcus Pike, but he's so absolutely adorable, even in heartbreak (the song recommendation was a perfect pairing). Thanks @whocaresstillthelouvre for this fun moodboard inspo, check out my previous Marcus Pike Post for the Charcuterie Challenge...I just posted a new Roll-a-Trope Challenge inspired by @burntheedges, Y'all are going to bring me to literary heights of avarice! Or just deadlines at least...

Oooh! I love the new moodboard request! Could we try Vibe/Marcus Pike/comfort? Like cuddle couch, blankets, candles stuff? Maybe beige or gray? Something easy...

Hi Pedge! Thank you for your support! I went very cozy with dinner and some good music provided by Marcus. 💕

Speaking of music I'm going to go with "Holding On" by War on Drugs. The lyrics are very heartbroken Marcus. Now I'm headed down a different road Can we walk it side by side? Is an old memory just another way of saying goodbye?

****Please do not watch the music video for the song if you don't want to cry.****

Pedge the Therapist

Hey folks! Pedge and I have been enjoying some of our @pedroscouts summer activities. He wanted me to take a moment to remind you of some important self-help concepts! There are so many challenges you might encounter even when you find yourself on your summer vacation! Don't forget to chillax a little, grab a drink and remind yourself of what you are grateful for!

I confess today I found myself stuck in my cabin almost all day long! I wasn't really feeling much in the mood for a hike. But Pedge reminded me that tomorrow is a new day and going out for a brisk walk can help to set your mood a-right!

Taking some special time to chat with your friends during those stressful moments or making new friends with your fellow camp mates might make a big difference! You are so friendly and valuable! Everyone enjoys your presence.

Or maybe it's a good moment to get yourself a little treat! You've been working very hard and you deserve a special reward! Scout cookies may not be in your cabin, but some yummy vegetables or a summer sweet might hit the spot!

In short, don't forget to enjoy all of your summer camp activities and don't forget to be good to yourself and be good to others! By golly Pedge is thankful you're alive!

Now gather around the fire for some sexy stories before night night and tuck yourself into bed! You've got a big day ahead of you and the world is yours to conquer! Thanks @pedroscouts for inspiring us this summer!

@goodwithcheese

Moody Javi

Awwww....Paddington Bear Javi is the moodiest of them all, in the best way possible. Look at those big brown eyes! Putting together some mood boards for the Pedro Boys for an upcoming project...Frankie is on the horizon next...

Get to Know Your Moots

@burntheedges Always comes through with the Polls and Prompts. I've been wrestling with health challenges, but this Valentine's is a win for my self-love journey. Approaching my one year Tumblr anniversary and thought I'd introduce myself a bit more...

What's the origin of your blog title?: Pedro Pascal lists a friendly nickname of Pedge in a BBC interview, and Tumblr is where I exist with him parasocially. It’s Pedge’s World, I’m just living’ in it!

OTP(s) + shipname: Okay I’m a Tumblr baby so I had to look these terms up. But I’m the OG fan nerd. Star Trek, Star Wars, Harrison Ford, LOTR, Narnia, Marvel, D.C, Disney, Broadway, Sherlock, Harry Potter…I’ve really jumped around. I don’t often ship, but maybe Benny/Frankie, Han/Leia, Pedro and anyone…Not sure I understand this term…

Favorite Color: Every color is on the table for me. I love variety.

Favorite Game: I like any of Lego Themed Video Games because you never really die

Earworm: Abracadraba Lady Gaga, Father Figure George Michael

Weirdest Habit: I think my brain works weird. It’s supes philosophical and existential.

Hobbies: Legos, writing, music, acting, painting, art, Disneyland, reading

If you work, what's your profession: Teacher, Artist

If you could have any job you wish what would it be: I thought I wanted to be a mom/wife but that didn’t happen. Then I thought I wanted to be an actor and that DID. But then I realized I wanted to live EVERY life and that wasn’t possible.

Something you're good at: Mentoring other artists

Something you're bad at: Geography and natural sense of direction

Something you love: Humans

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Art philosophy

Something you hate: Hate and prejudice, particularly as it triggers my own self-perception

Something you collect: Mugs, Books, Legos

Something you forget: Don’t know. I forgot.

What's your love language: All of them. I’m an emotional slut.

Favorite movie/show: WTF? Pick one? No.

Favorite Food: Salad

Favorite animal: Dog…or unicorn.

Are you musical: Y.E.S.

What were you like as a child: Not even much shorter. Pure.

Favorite subject at school: English

Least favorite subject: P.E.

What's your best character trait: I love hard and uniquely.

What's your worst character trait: Self harm and the way it negatively impacts others

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be: Health

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet: Jesus, I guess :)

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics: I guess it’s Tumblr lore, but I LOVE “A Lover’s Pinch” by @hier--soir . It’s unfinished, so if you want a heartbreak, this is your angst…

Happy Valentine's y'all, I loves you mooots....

Overprotective Mom

Ha! This was not on my WIP list until I saw @morallyinept's character studies and realized how fun it would be to Mood Board some of the smaller characters Pedge has played over the years, whether they get a fic or not. Lol...Who knows, I'm steadily falling in love with ALL of them...She's really doing something for me right now...

The Purpose of Pleasure

This series is DEFINITELY not for everyone! Exploring some completely self-indulgent, therapeutic concepts, including the pursuit of pleasure without the obligation of climax. Not edging, but still excellent.

Triggers: RPF, mature themes, profanity, slight description of able bodied cis-gendered female, oral receiving (f), mention of assault but no details, alcohol/food, praise, aftercare, images are just a mood board...Looking to create a therapeutic series. Let's get to that healing!

You sat cross legged on the bed, a pretty little pink negligee hugging your curves and your favorite toy positioned awkwardly between you. Pedge sat on the edge of the bed, stroking your thigh and furrowing his brow in concern. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m very excited about this prospect, but only if you’re ready…” he mused, dragging a finger across your lip.

There had already been a lot of heavy sighing and a few sniffles on your part, but the therapist was right, this was the next step, and you were as ready as you were ever gonna be. You reached over for your half finished glass of Merlot and downed it in one gulp. “We’re going in!” you exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood, or at least convey a feeling of relative confidence.

There weren’t any secrets. P knew about the assault from years ago, and a lot of the healing had already taken place. You’d been intimate before, the danger was long since gone but remnants of it had taken up residence in your body and you still weren’t sure how to dispel it. You knew it wouldn’t be a one and done, but Pedge was the most supportive person you knew. The moment he learned about your challenges, was the moment the possibility of real healing became a reality. “Okay, what’s your safe word?” he intoned, massaging the back of your neck.

“Mango” you chuckled, already embarrassed and turning slightly red. His thumb started to move in light circles as he smiled and kissed the corner of your Merlot stained mouth. “Cute” he encouraged, picking up the vibrating toy and clicking it to the lowest setting.

“Oh God…” you covered your face with embarrassment, plopping back on the bed and rolling to the side in anguish. “It’s so fucking loud”. He gently pulled your body back to center, lying down next to you and positioning the toy into your belly button, muffling the sound. “Better?” he chided, rolling his eyes in amusement. “Please tell me we are not using our inside voices for this experiment…”

You giggled at the vibrating sensation moving down your mid-drift, but your jaw went slack as he hit the pubic bone and teased the start of what promised to be an interesting experience. You swallowed loudly, beginning to melt. You could do this. You felt your limbs loosen as the Merlot began to circulate. “And I don’t have to cum, if I don’t want to?” you questioned, judging the infantile tone you had adopted, but swatting it to one side.

“Baby, we’re not doing a damn thing that isn’t 100% customer approved” he started to swirl the device in a circular movement, just grazing your clit. A quick intake of air from you sealed the deal as he sunk the toy in for final effect. You were determined to enjoy whatever you could. The liberation of just having a ‘sexual experience’ without pressuring yourself for a finish line was an enticing, if not frustrating opportunity, and Pedge was the one patient enough to make it possible. “Breathe for me please…” he mumbled into your ear, starting to move the toy in slow, languid circles.

“Ohhhhhh…” you hummed, already remembering the sensations you had been shelving for years. His hair tickled your neck as he nibbled at your jaw and moved his other hand under your back. A couple quick gasps as your heat began to pulse and twitch with excitement. You were already impatient to arrive at a finish line, but you remembered his admonition; breathe.

“That’s it, there she is…” he drawled, sucking on your neck and beginning to move the toy up and down and up and down in feather light patterns.

“I…can’t…I…can’t…I…” your mantra started to drone repetitively.

“You can’t what, sweetheart? Use your words, tell me how it feels…”

“Tooooo much…sooo much…”

“It’s all so much, isn’t it?” his hand moved lower, gripping your ass and pinching into the crack.

“Holy hellllll…” you managed to get out before your eyelids shut. It was all so beautiful as you fluttered and pulsed. Different incoherent thoughts started to swirl in your mind, colors, textures, images that didn’t make any sense. You were trying to grab ahold of that elusive silver thread as your brow furrowed together in concentration.

“Come back to me, stay in your body…” Pedge’s voice was raspy as he struggled to restrain himself, but bumping his length against your hip absentmindedly. You heard a small rumble in his chest as he lightly bit your shoulder. “Jesus, you’re so pretty like this…”

Feeling your grip start to loosen, you were enjoying the pulse that had now established a rhythm out of your control. You felt a low, swallowing sensation as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Good God honey, could stay like this all day” he licked into your ear, sucking on your earlobe.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you felt your body shudder involuntarily.

“Little break?” he questioned, moving the toy to your inner thigh.

You blinked confusedly, pupils dilated and gazing up into his puppy dog brown eyes. “Maybe you need a little TLC” he smiled, shutting off the vibrator and massaging your stomach a bit.

You huffed dramatically, rolling your head to the side in exasperation as Pedge brought it back around with one finger, dipping it past your parted lips and into your mouth.

“Suck.”

Your eyes twinkled in surprise, wrapping your lips around his finger as his gaze darkened.

“So pretty.” he dragged his now wet finger down the center of your sternum, notching it in your belly button which elicited the desired giggle as you crumpled into your hands.

“No, no, I want to see that pretty face, please” he smirked, bringing your hands down to your sides. Holding them there lightly he moved down your body and positioned himself between your legs. Without breaking eye contact he dragged a long strip with his tongue from the bottom of your fourchette all the way up to your clit.

This earned him a low, guttural groan, as you dropped your head back on the pillow in submission. There were so many sensations happening at once, you bucked your hips up into his mouth as he positioned his forearms over your legs.

“Stay put, little one…” he mumbled into your sex, before he returned to his ministrations. As if that wasn’t already enough, you felt his wet fingertip begin circling your clit and pulling everything taut. The corners of your mouth began to twitch upward as you realized that you were being at least somewhat successful. You were enjoying this, and so was he. You allowed yourself to indulge in the symphony of the sounds you created together. Low moans, quick breaths, panting, sucking. So beautiful. So aligned. So right.

Time stopped for a moment as you felt yourself vibrating sideways and expanding outwards. Right at the precipice between tension and release. You began to squirm a bit, clenching your fists with effort and a slight grunt. Pedge paused for a moment to catch his breath and slip his hands under your perspiring legs and clasping at your knees. “We good? Where we at coach? Act Two or pause for refreshments?”

“Mmmmmm…” you sighed with relief. “Can we pause here? I feel amazinnnnnggg…” you smirked, stretching your arms above your head, feeling tingly and a little light headed.

“Yes ma’am, my pleasure” he smiled, lightly kissing your inner thigh and drawing a shuddering breath from you. Moving upward he dropped his body weight onto your torso and grabbed the bedside tissues for some aftercare. A quick swipe had you gasping and giggling with surprise, giving your pussy a quick tap as a button.

“I sincerely enjoyed my treats for this evening” he licked his lips as you felt his hardened length between your legs, marveling at his restraint. “Would you like popcorn or M&M’s for your after dinner snack?”

Temporarily sated, and excited about tomorrow night’s adventure you knew the easy answer:

“Both”.

Intoxicated

As we continue our therapeutic series, please proceed with caution. This blurb is not written to romanticize the disease of alcoholism, but to speak to concepts of control, intimacy and consent.

Triggers: alcohol, mostly fluff, implied smut, loss of control, intoxication, hmmm...maybe infantilism, if you squint...

Weeeeeeeee! You were drunk. Drunkity, drunk, drunk, drunk, druuuuuunk. You were flying high. Buzzing, floating, tipsying, trip-sying…Literally so, as Pedge grasped you around the waist, fumbling with the keys as your head lolled onto his shoulder.

“I feel goooooood…” you smiled into his neck.

“Gooood, pobrecita. Let’s get you some water and get you to bed so you can feel even better…”

“Bed…We've shared a bed…I like sleeping. We share sleeping too.”

“Mmmmhmmm…” he hummed, finally jarring the door opening and practically carrying you over the threshold.

“You’re so pretty…” you mumbled, as he awkwardly fumbled for the lights, propping you up against the wall and attempting to shut the door. “I’m pretty?” he questioned, grinning dolefully and placing a hand across your forehead, checking your temperature. “Are you hot? Do you want a shower first?”

“Yourrrr hawt…” you drawled, placing your hands on his stomach and jamming your fingers into the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed you around the waist again before you fell over, and started walking backwards towards the bedroom. “Is my little girl feeling frisky?” he pecked at your lips, innocently, attempting to maneuver you down the hallway.

“Frisky!” you repeated, immediately shutting your eyes as the room spun sideways AND backwards. You missed a few moments, finding yourself now prostrate on the bed as Pedge removed your shoes carefully, massaging your calves.

“Druuuuunk!” you sang out, accidentally kicking him in the face.

“Ouch!” he grabbed his jaw, rubbing carefully and grabbing your other foot before it connected with his chest. You were a lightweight, to be sure, generally only getting drunk…actually, he wasn’t sure if he’d EVER seen you this drunk. There was an industry event and you were coming straight from work having missed every meal, except a stale granola bar. Needless to say, the open bar had originally seemed like a good idea, but he wanted to make sure you didn’t regret it in the morning. He had other plans for the morning BUT he wasn’t sure about your preferences during intoxicated sexy time so he was playing it safe. But damn if you weren’t making this decision challenging.

“Are you mad at me?” you shifted gears dramatically, propping yourself up on your elbows, haphazardly rubbing your eyelids and smearing your mascara sideways.

“What? No! Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know….hashtagdrunk” you pouted, swallowing dryly.

“I’m mad that I let you get dehydrated and had to spend most of that event talking with people I didn’t know, rather than dancing with you…” he admitted, grabbing your hands and pulling you forward gently.

You slumped against his chest as he pulled down the zipper at the back of your dress.

“You smell nice” you slurred, sucking on his shoulder blade, through his dress shirt. He rubbed small circles against your back, breathing deeply and pulling the shoulders of the dress down to your waist. You leaned back, your bare breasts on display for him as he held the back of your neck, lowering you back on the bed.

“Do I smell nice?” you batted your eyelashes seductively, looking up into his countenance.

“Ay Dios mio, yes” he chuckled, kissing you lightly on the lips and pulling your dress off the rest of the way. He hung it lightly on the bedside chair and returned to find you dangling your feet off the side of the bed.

“Are you planning on kicking me again, or can I get you some Advil first?”

Your hands balled up in fists beside you, “SEEE! You’re mad at meeeee!” you whined, beginning to tear up.

“Okay, okay, shhhh” he lowered his weight on top of you, stroking your hair and tucking it behind your ears. “I’m not mad. I’m dehydrated. I’M thirsty. Aren’t you thirsty?”

“Drinks!” you piped up, nearly kneeing him in the crotch.

“Ah!” he grabbed your leg deftly, sliding his hand up to your ass and giving a little spank. “Caught ya that time, Ali!” he planted a small kiss on your nose.

As though transported by magic, you opened your eyes to find him vanished, immediately complaining, “Where’d you goooo? I’m lonely.”

“I know, pobrecita, I’m finding the Advil!” his voice drifted in from the bathroom as he rummaged around the medicine cabinet, drawing a glass of water.

“I’m cold!” you shivered, covering yourself with your arms and curling up into a ball.

“Shit, sorry baby…” he came back in with the Advil and water and immediately started wrapping you in the comforter.

“I’m a burrito!” you joked, scrunching your face like a small child.

“My breakfast burrito…” he teased, kissing your face and neck and forehead, and scooping you up into an embrace.

“Where’s my drink?” you confusedly pouted, unsure of…most things at this point.

“Here at Casa de Pedro we offer bedside service, please be sure to tip your waiter at your earliest convenience…” he reached over for the water and medicine. “Drink, please”.

“Bossy staff…” you managed to retort before gratefully accepting and closing your eyes contentedly. He sat back against the headboard, rocking you slightly and humming to himself for a while.

“Am I floating?” you mumbled, into his chest, grabbing at this dress shirt.

“Yes, pobrecita, we are on a cloud. We are hydrated and sleepy, very sleepy.”

“Yeah, we’re drinky…” you agreed. “BUT…that means we’re a rain cloud…and have to pee….”

“Okay” he chuckled, groaning slightly with the weight of both your bodies. Rising from a sitting position and dropping the comforter he carried you like a sack of potatoes into the bathroom. “But after this, we’re going to bed…”

“Bed!” you exclaimed eyes closed, “floating” into the restroom. He tried to set you down gently on the toilet, but you were having difficulty balancing yourself. He braced your chest with his forearm and reached over for the wet wipes. 

“You’re gonna kill me if I let you go to bed without removing that eye make-up” he said, nearly to himself.

“It’sssss raining!” you droned, finally able to relieve yourself and resting both hands on his broad shoulders, swaying a little with the effort.

“Mmmhmmm…” he murmured, pursing his lips and concentrating on cleaning your face delicately. “Is that better?”

You smiled with affection, opening your eyes dopily. But now the rain cloud started tearing up again, lips wobbling and cascading into a full on ugly cry.

“What happened?” he questioned, amusedly concerned at the shifting waters of emotion he found himself happily wading into. He stroked your face, wiping the fat, salty tears that were running every which way.

“I’m not a rain cloud. I’m ruining everythinggggg…” you whined, dropping your head on his shoulder and sobbing quietly.

“You’re not ruining anything” he comforted, rubbing your back and eventually pulling you to a standing position, steadying you as much as possible.

“But I’m a drunk rain cloud!” you cried, hiccuping slightly and collapsing your weight into his hips.

“Yes, but you’re MY drunk rain cloud” he twinkled, kissing you on the forehead.

“I am?” you muttered, now finding yourself back on the bed, unsure of how you arrived there.

“Arms up!” he encouraged, caressing the sides of your torso in an upward motion and dropping one of his large, Lakers shirts over your head. Disastrously, you tried to assist the dressing process as he wrangled you into sleepwear. Needless to say, there was a lot of giggling, hiccuping and sniffling in this endeavor, before you found yourself lying against his chest, fully ensconced in bed and floating towards happy oblivion.

“Mmmm, floaty cloud…” you droned, pulling his face towards you in a tender kiss.

“Good night, pobrecita” he smiled into your mouth, gripping you around the waist.

“Yes, good night both of us” you sloppily reached down to grab his crotch, with abandon, but noticing him stiffen in more ways than one. He wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling back, slightly. “No, pobrecita, time for sleeping” he encouraged.

“Nooooo!” you whined, pushing your breasts up against his torso and bouncing haphazardly.

“Excuse me” he doubled down, grasping your hands in front of you and kissing your mouth softly. “No thank you, rain cloud, I would like to go to sleep”.

You froze, mid bounce, completely overwhelmed with every alcohol fueled emotion that seemed possible. Fear. Guilt. Anger. Sadness. Confusion. Exhaustion. Nausea. But unable to metabolize any of it, you immediately sat up, on overload.

“You don’t want me?” you swayed from side to side, nearly knocking into the headboard.

“That is most definitely NOT the case” he smirked, grabbing your head before it hit the bedpost and massaging your scalp.

“You’re pretty and I’m not!” you moaned, starting to struggle in his grasp with petulance and scooting backwards. “You don’t want me!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…not true. Please sit still…” 

…but you were having none of it, as adrenaline pumped into your intoxicated system, fueling a small temper tantrum. Losing your grip, you fell backwards out of the bed onto the carpeted floor, pushing yourself into a teetering tower of emotion.

“Careful, hermosa, I take great care of my breakfast burritos, please come back to bed.”

“No” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest, stumbling forward and backwards. Pedge took a deep breath, unsure of how to coax a burrito OR a rain cloud back to bed, but doubly sure of its necessity as you confidently staggered in place.

He propped his head up on one hand, gazing at you mischievously. “Okay it’s time for a game.”

You pursed your lips, half-heartedly irritated, “I like games”.

“I know you do, pobrecita” he shifted to the edge of the bed, sitting up. “If you can walk a straight line from the wall to the bed we can continue this conversation horizontally…”

“Oooh!” you clapped your hands enthusiastically, rushing over to the wall, bumping into several items en route. Strangely enough, you found Pedge waiting for you, arms outstretched.

“Wow! Yourrrrr really fast, you already won the first game…” you pouted, collapsing slightly into his embrace.

“Well, I like games too” he grinned, holding you in a soft hug. “For this game, we’re gonna count to ten and then start walking, okay?”

You sleepily nodded your head into his chest, “Okay, m’ready…”

“1…2….3….4….7, 6, 5…2…”

You sighed heavily, blinking your eyes rapidly in confusion. “Those numbers are funny…you’re doing it wrong…” you complained, beginning to drift again.

“I am? Well, you’re distracting me, hermosa. Okay I better start over…1…2…3…4….3….”

Not only were your eyelids getting heavier, your whole body felt like a ton of bricks as you felt him swaying you side to side, inching towards the bed.

“M’floating straight, right?” you blearily asked, legs buckling slightly beneath you.

“Oh yes, you are definitely winning this game” he cupped his hands under your ass, carrying you back to bed “but now I’ve lost count so I have to start over again…1…2…3…3.5…”.

“I like this game” you sighed, pecking at his neck with whatever energy you had left.

“I like YOU” he whispered in your ear, tucking you back into bed with a small kiss.

“I don’t have any arms” you observed, content to keep your eyes shut, but furrowing your brow in consternation.

“Rain clouds don’t need any arms, hermosa” you felt the mattress dip beneath you as he settled in for the night beside you, pulling your torso against his chest. Not five seconds transpired before you immediately burst into tears again.

“I’m sorrrryyyyyyyyy” you wailed, suddenly embarrassed and guilty that you had been so needy. AND that you had apparently lost the game.

You heard some soft tittering behind you, and kisses at the nape of your neck. “Pobrecita, please try to be a little nicer to yourself. If I have to keep attending this many events with an open bar and an empty stomach we’re BOTH gonna need some help.”

“Ammmm…M’I…stilllll….your…break (hiccup) fast….burrrrito?” you huffed, starting to hyperventilate.

“If you feel up to it, I have BIG plans for breakfast tomorrow and they most assuredly involve eating you.”

You stopped abruptly, hiccuping into your pillow. 

“That’s your reward for winning the game” he smiled, gripping you tightly around the waist.

“I won?” you smirked, starting to drift into a heavy sleep.

“My plans for your morning wake-up involve a win for both of us…” he teased “Are you ready for the next game?”

“Mmmhhmmmm” you intoned, floating into a hazy dream.

“The first one to fall asleep wins in 5…4….3…2….”.