You Wanna Go, Boy?

Penny smirked up at him. So he wanted to play, huh? She had no doubt that he could remove her from the chair with great ease, but that didn't mean he could make her stay in the bed. She stood up and walked over to the window and opened it. She climbed onto the sill curling up into a ball and resting her head on the glass. "You may have the chair then, if you want it. I'll sleep here." She couldn't let him sleep on the chair or the floor. She was used to sleeping in awkward places, and didn't sleep that much anyway. If he took the chair or the floor, he'd be stiff and in pain the next morning. Well, maybe after a night of that, he'd take the bed. He'd gone through so much trouble for her already, she just couldn't take his bed.