Quotes About Bed

You'll know her by a crown of stars and flowers, and then when you take her to your bed and claim her, you will swear your loyalty to me.

It really was an accident," I told him. "Marcus thought I was there to abduct him." Adrian, having no such hang-ups with the bed, sat down. He winced, probably from the blow to the stomach. "If someone like you showed up to abduct me, I'd let you.

Well, let's see. Guardians spend all their time watching out for others, risking their lives, and wearing bad shoes. Me? I have great shoes, am currently massaging a pretty girl, and sleep in an awesome bed." I made a face. "Let's not talk about where you sleep, okay?

Most aren't trying to kill you, unfortunately. They're trying to bed you, mistress." "Why?" "Probably because of the prophecy," said Nandi. "Prophecy," I said dryly. "Wonderful. Now there's a prophecy." "Mistress," she said hastily, "had you asked us if there was a prophecy-" "Yeah, yeah. I know. What's this one say? That I'm a good lay?

We're suckers for this, Sydney. Men. You've got me completely helpless right now. You're so beautiful and alluring, and we guys can't help ourselves. We fight wars for you, cajole you . . . and you put up with us. We have it easy here in bed.

Early evening. Can you come over? I'll try. We need to celebrate. Should I get champagne and cake ready? Get your bed ready. Wear the black bra. I didn't plan on wearing one.

there can't be two geniuses in the same bed.

And on the pillow of the bed lay the head

the bed having been pushed on board just before take off. Grandpa

I woke up in bed with a man and a cat. The man was a stranger; the cat was not

Some logics get nervous breakdowns. Overloaded phone system behaves like frightened child. Mike did not have upsets, acquired sense of humor instead. Low one. If he were a man, you wouldn't dare stoop over. His idea of thigh-slapper would be to dump you out of bed — or put itch powder in pressure suit.

I got up and let Pearl in. She dashed into the room, jumped on the bed, turned around about twelve times, and plumped down hard against Susan, in the spot that until recently had been occupied by me.

SUSAN AND PEARL and I were in bed together. I loved Pearl, but my preference had always been a ménage à deux. "At least she wasn't in here during," I said to Susan.

Ever since I am a tiny tot I am a great guy for the shuteye. am a big number in slumber, and you never meet a deeper sleeper. When I am a moppet I sleep in school. After I grow up, I go to sleep on the job. Whenever I get a chance I head for a bed. I hit the hay some nasty blows in my time.

only to be sent tealess to bed seemed infinite mercy to him. Officially tealess, that is; for, as was usual after such escapades, a sympathetic housemaid, coming delicately by backstairs, stayed him with chunks of cold pudding and condolence, till his small skin was tight as any drum.

We'd each roll to our side of the bed and let our own savior take us away. Soraya's was sleep. Mine, as always, was a book.

The suffering, the despair in this place, is like a wave. It rolls out of every bed, smashes against the moldy walls and swoop back toward you. You can drown in it

As I walked inside, she turned around and headed for the end of the bed. Then she paused and turned to face me. She was wearing her Orchard Hill basketball T-shirt and sweatpants and she looked tired, but beautiful.

Boots and leather jackets were strewn on her bed, and what looked like a new knife set. She'd taken a class last winter and was dying to try them out legally on someone.

Holy dust," I murmured, looking for it among the clutter. Jenks's wings hummed and he dropped to hover over the envelope that I'd gathered from the slats under my bed, the only place the pixies didn't clean. It was on sanctified ground, so I figured it was holy enough. And God knew my bed hadn't seen any action lately.

If Jenks and she were to be believed, I structured my life to be as horrific as possible to have fun in bed, but having Ivy mad at me might be too much for even me right now.

The demon caught me and chained me to his bed." "He did what? As soon as I lose these assholes, I'm coming after the demon." "What are you going to do? Portal him to death?

Just then, a demoness dressed in black leather with cheap makeup on her horns gave Rydstrom a measuring look as she passed, but he turned away. He was . . . curious about wicked females, always had been, but they weren't his type—no matter what Cadeon occasionally threw in his face when they fought. No, Rydstrom wanted his queen, his own fated female, a virtuous demoness to stand by his side and grace his bed.

she unabashedly crawled onto the foot of Bowe's bed. Her T-shirt read: It'll only hurt for a second. Promise. . . . Weird bloody Valkyries—and she was one of the weirdest.