#Glimmer is going to WIN herself a GF by being sneaky and cool and suave and reading too many romance novels

[nny11writes]

Only One Bed: A Design Choice

For my trick or treater @glitrahasconsumedme, please enjoy this glitra fic I never posted! Happy Halloween! :)

(consider this the probably one full sized candy bar I had on hand and you got it for having the best costume of the night)

“Thanks for letting me crash again, Hordak’s been riding my ass but not paying me for the pleasure so the funds are not so great.”

Glimmer tried to not snort too hard as Catra dramatically flopped about her limited space in the passenger seat. She’d missed this. She’d missed her. By the stars and the moons, she was going to fix this and woo the girl in the process.

She carefully pulled into her driveway and tried to not be too excited. Catra might be jet lagged beyond reason (not that her sleep hygiene was ever great to begin with), but too excited would 100% give up the game. “I’d say fuck him, but don’t.”

Catra giggled a little helplessly while pawing at her bloodshot eyes. “Yeah. No Hordak fucking please.”

The woman she was desperately in love with might have trash humor and been stopped by security after being pegged as being high on drugs delaying them almost five hours, but gods fuck Glimmer had missed her garbage cat.

The ride went smoothly enough and while Catra was struggling to undo her seat belt and open her door, Glimmer grabbed her luggage and started towards the front door only to hear cursing.

“Wait. Where’s my bag? Shit. Fuck! Glimmer I fucking forgot my fucking-” Catra whipped around with wild eyes only to see Glimmer heft the duffle in the air proudly. “You’re laughing. I almost died from a heart attack, and you’re laughing!?”

“Yes!” She cackled, skipping inside her house and graciously ignoring the fond sounding bitch. Nope. No siree, didn’t hear a thing. Maybe you heard something, and if you did, get your ears checked. Be cool Moon, calm down! She was perfectly calm!

Now, she just had to be cool. Real cool. She could practically picture the lightning bolt flying around her non-existent sunglasses cool. Step two of her fool proof plan was a go-go. Glimmer watched as Catra hopped on one foot and crashed into the wall twice while trying to take her shoe off and winced. Step two was soon to be a go-go. “Need some help there?”

“I’m FINE!” Catra growled but did finally get her shoes off and stumble into the living room. “Uhhhh…”

Yessssss step two was a go-go!

“What’s up?” Be cool Glimmer.

“You...couch? You got a new couch? That looks uhm, a little, you know fancy. To be sleeping on?” Catra’s voice cracked slightly and she instantly felt horrible about this plan. She’d been banking on Catra being tired but not cry over something like this tired.

“Duh, you’re not sleeping on the couch silly. What are we? College students? C’mon, my California king came in a few weeks ago, plenty of space!” Glimmer gently bumped their hips together before looping her arm through Catra’s in apology. “Let’s get you passed out.”

Catra snorted softly but was clearly still recovering from the emotional trauma of thinking she was- gods, what? Sleeping in the bathtub? “Fuck you.”

“Ask nicely.” Glimmer pushed Catra into the bathroom. “Bath wipes on the sink, put them in the trash. Do not flush them or I will kill you.”

“Okay, and I’m supposed to?”

Don’t scream at her, don’t yell at her, she’s not being difficult on purpose for once, hold it together now. “Use them. Always feels better after a shit day or travel day to clean up.”

“Are you-” Catra cut herself off with another sniffle, carefully picking up the package of body wipes like Glimmer hadn’t bought them expressly because of her phobia. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, clean up I’ll pull your jammies and if I don’t like them you’re wearing mine.” Glimmer smirked over her shoulder, calling through the now shut door, “AND I’LL CHOOSE THE GIRLY GIRL ONES.”

Her threats were unnecessary, because Catra had at least listened to her this time about bringing proper pajamas. The last time they’d taken a trip together Catra had thought she was being hyperbolic about the jammies situation. Her mistake. Glimmer had few demands of her travel companions, but bringing real pjs and a ceramic mug were non-optional. Catra had learned that the hard way by wearing a purple silk sleep set while being forced to drink the coffee Glimmer made from the trusty ten cup drip she brought with her on every trip out of a stoneware mug covered in babies. Right on top of everything else Glimmer found a soft t-shirt wrapped around a pink and brown mug with “pussy play” surrounded by cats proudly emblazoned on it. Under that was a pair of shorts so fucking comfortable looking that Glimmer had to remind herself to not steal them instantly.

After passing Catra her clothes and changing into her own jamjams, Glimmer quickly set the bed up and prayed that the quick wipe bath wasn’t long enough for Catra to try and fight her about sleeping conditions. Or fall asleep on the toilet. Damn there were more variables than she’d intended.

But it turned out she shouldn’t have worried about that. She should have worried more about Catra’s entry into the bed, which consisted of her flicking the lights off and screaming while somehow doing a cannonball into the center of the mattress. By the time Glimmer stopped shrieking and having her heart beat through her chest, Catra’s cackling had died off into soft snoring.

Step three was a go-go.

Glimmer scooted over and wrapped herself around the little adorable ball, completely on purpose, and went to sleep.

~

Several Years Later

“Well,” Catra snickered, “we got together because of a cliche really. It only actually happened because I had to sleep in Glimmer’s bed when I was visiting, so there really was only one bed.”

Perfuma and Scorpia exchanged confused glances.

Oh shit. Glimmer tried to signal them but it was too late.

“What do you mean? Was something wrong with the pull out?” Scorpia asked.

Oh no.

Catra squinted at them and pointed to the pink leather cushions her friends were sitting on. “The pull out? What pull out? She had this couch by then!”

Perfuma had the gall to giggle as she waggled her eyebrows while standing up. Rude! “Oh silly, this is a pull out couch.”

“...no it isn’t.” Catra wasn’t really glaring so much as confused, right until she saw Glimmer’s bright red face. “Oh my god.”

“Oh yeah, we’ve slept on this puppy a few times!” Scorpia helpfully got up to unfold it to demonstrate as if Catra hadn’t already cottoned on to Glimmer’s old scheme.

Catra blinked at it before glaring proudly at her girlfriend. “You bitch!”

Glimmer tried to put on her best puppy dog eyes, not that it seemed to work well.

“You MANUFACTURED bed scarcity!”

“For a good cause!”

Was Glimmer ever going to live this down? No. Was she going to get kisses for life from Catra? Yes.

Worth it!