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They hadn't planned for this. Kira and Malia had been sharing an apartment for the better half of six months, and when they were moving in together, Stiles wasn't exactly a factor to be considered. Now that he was visiting his girlfriends after having finished his exams early, the trio had to face one detail they hadn't paid attention to yet: how they were all going to fit on the girls' two-person bed.
The start was simple enough. Kira was still playing with her phone when Malia growled at her to go to bed already (a frequent occurrence, apparently), and the kitsune complied without a fuss.
"Alright, alright, I'm done."
Then Malia wrestled Stiles into her arms and Kira dutifully turned the light off after giving each of them a goodnight kiss. As soon as her head hit the pillow, though, Stiles's eyes snapped open in discomfort.
"Um, Malia?"
The girl grunted in question, her arms pressing dangerously down on his lower belly.
"I gotta take a leak," Stiles announced, trying to angle his neck away from her vengeful fangs, "Could you move?"
Another growl came, but the bars of his human cell loosened around Stiles enough that the boy could shimmy out and off of the bed.
"Just a sec," Stiles promised, and in fear of actually getting mauled by the coyote, he did his business in record time (and almost tripped on the way back). Malia nearly tackled him to bed once in the room, and Stiles let out a painful wheeze as his back hit the mattress.
"It's been like 2 minutes."
"Sleep," Malia mumbled, and okay, that sounded like a good plan.
Stiles snuggled into his pillow contentedly, except it wasn't his pillow because Kira's hair was splayed out on it like it was part of the pattern and kept getting into his face no matter how he positioned his head. The obvious solution was to turn around and face Malia, except the coyote was clearly set on being the big spoon tonight and let out a displeased growl as she flipped Stiles back around. After ten minutes of avoiding Kira's hair from getting into his mouth, the kitsune turned towards Stiles and began mumbling something about lacrosse right into his face, and he seriously thought that this couldn't get any worse. Then Kira, as if reading his thoughts, kneed him square in the stomach.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
Kira's eyes were unfocused as she fluttered them open (not hurrying to the rescue at all), and Stiles despised her ability to fall asleep so easily. "Wha- what happened?"
"You kneed me!"
"Oh, sorry..."
"Whatever, just keep your knees and hair away from me."
Kira turned back around with her hair safely pushed out of the way (and she probably drifted right back to sleep), but between the two girls, Stiles discovered an entirely new problem: he was heating up in a not-too-good way. He turned to his back as much as he could manage and tried to stretch his leg out to kick the blanket lower on his body, but Malia chose that moment to lay fully atop him like she was actively trying to prevent him from moving. Or breathing.
"Would you stop wiggling?"
"Would you stop crushing me with your body?" Stiles retorted, and as it turned out, Kira didn't fall asleep that easily, after all.
"Guys, don't fight. I'm tired," The kitsune complained with her back still turned to them.
"Says the one who didn't want to go to bed," Malia commented sourly.
"I wouldn't have a problem if Malia wasn't a furnace!" Stiles shared his own grivance as the coyote finally moved halfway off of him, "I'm hot."
"Then let's open a window," Malia suggested, only for that idea to be immediately shut down by Kira.
"I don't like the noise."
"And I don't like getting crushed," Stiles countered because one of those was a bigger problem in his opinion.
"I need to hear your heartbeat," Malia defended herself with a pout.
"And I need to breathe."
"We were okay until you went to pee."
"No, it was okay until Kira rearranged my guts with her knee and stole my pillow."
"I said I was sorry!" Kira cried as she finally turned around and sat up, "And I need to snuggle something!"
"Snuggle your plushies!" Stiles motioned theatrically around the room where her collection was displayed all over the furniture.
"Stop!" Malia shouted and sat up as well.
Stiles couldn't do anything but sigh then and follow her example as Kira flicked the lights back on.
"What if Stiles slept on the floor?" Malia asked as if she was truly considering the option.
"No way."
"What if I slept on the floor?" Came her alternate suggestion.
"Nobody sleeps on the floor," Kira declared, albeit not a well of better ideas herself.
"Maybe we should just change positions," Stiles thought aloud while Malia gave him a sceptical look.
"How?"
"Well," Kira joined the contemplation, "Malia and I need to snuggle something. She's not gonna mind if I kick her, I mean, she can probably dodge it in her sleep. You can sleep on the edge with your own pillow," She looked at Stiles here with a sheepish smile, "And being on the side means you can leave whenever you want, but you can also snuggle Malia if you feel like it and she can always turn towards you if she's sleeping in the middle."
"And you?" Malia asked after giving an approving nod to the revisioned set-up.
"I will put my hair up," Kira grinned as she quickly snatched a hair tie, "And I will try not to bring my phone to bed."
Everyone seemed satisfied with that, so they settled into the new arrangement with Malia in the middle, one leg and arm latching onto Kira, and Stiles undisturbedly stretching out on his stripe of the bed.
"Night," Stiles said as he kissed both of them goodnight, and finally fell asleep.
He woke up on the floor with a stiff, aching back around dawn, and a quick inspection of his environment revealed that Kira had taken up half of the bed at some point during the night, so Malia took up half of the kitsune's body in retaliation. Stiles was probably a casualty of this fight for space.
He clambered to his feet with a grimace and rubbed his palms together with a wicked smile.
"Alright," He whispered, "Incoming!"
He jumped atop both of them, earning two synchronized grunts, but nobody pushed him off so he decided that he was exhausted enough not to care anymore. They would buy a bigger bed for next time.