"Come on! Get up, you lazy asses!"
You sighed, pulling the covers off of your three roommates, "It's two o'clock. Way past time to wake up."
"Nein, _____. It's much too early." Gilbert muttered, snuggling up to Antonio, who lay beside him, for warmth.
"Oui. You could get in the bed with us, Cherie. It would be nice. We could have sex and zhen sleep until midnight like always." Francis chuckled perversely.
"Always? What universe are you living in, Francis…?"
"A better one than yours, apparently."
"Si, chica." Antonio put in, trying to shove Gil away, "Siesta time is muy importante."
"Come on, _____. You know you vant to come nap vith us." Gil opened his bright red eyes, looking up at you mischievously.
You rolled your eyes. This was the problem being the only girl in the house… You were the only sane one. You didn't know why you had agreed to move in with the three men-or more accurately boys. It was probably because you had thought them all gay at the time. (I mean, they slept in the same bed for heaven's sake!) Whatever the reason, you were stuck here… until you could find a better place to crash at, at any rate.
"Come take a little sieste with us, ____. It will be good for your soul." Francis purred convincingly.
"I really shouldn't." You took a step back, feeling your eyelids begin to grow heavy. A yawn escaped your lips and you covered your mouth with a squeak.
"See, chica? You need your siesta time." Antonio smiled at you.
You nodded, pulling the blanket back onto the large bed and following yourself.
Gilbert laughed, wrapping an arm around you and ruffling your hair, "See? Look vhat the awesome me told you! You do vant to take a nap."
"Yeah, whatever…" you murmured, closing your eyes and almost instantly falling asleep.
The three roommates sat up immediately, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and looking roguishly at the drowsing _____.
"Vhat should ve do to her?" Gilbert asked, reaching out to touch her soft, (h/c) hair.
"Aw, why don't we just let her dormir, hmm?" Antonio asked, clutching his hands to his heart, "She looks so chulla this way!"
"Non… Not cute so much as sexy. Ohonhonhonhonhonhonhon~" Francis cackled, blue eyes gleaming with lust.
"Something is wrong with you… We can't do anything like what I think you're suggesting to _______! That would be wrong."
The Frenchman just shrugged, "Say what you will…. But zhe wrong sometimes seems so right."
"I guess you're right…"
"Vell… She is going to hate us vhen she vakes up but I think it's still vorth it."
"Of course it is, imbecile! It's ______! She's perfect…"