Clair de Lune

31. Opportunity

I woke up to the feeling of my left cheek pressed against cold concrete. With a groan I picked myself up from the floor and looked around, seeing that I'd fallen from my bed sometime during the night, and that Necro, Thamyris, and I were the only ones still in here. Thamyris was hanging over the edge of her bed, her soft snoring barely audible from across the room. I smiled a little and turned my gaze to Necro, seeing that he was still out cold. I rested my chin on the edge of his bed and reached over, twirling his hair between my fingers and tracing the shape of his spine. Either he was a really heavy sleeper or he was wide awake and knew it was me; either way, I got up, lifted the blankets up, and crawled in bed beside him. His skin was cold under my touch, and it felt good to press my face against his shoulder blade instead of the floor.

My hand rested above his heart, and I opened my eyes when I felt him move his hand to grip mine. I smiled and kissed his skin, shifting slightly as he rolled over to face me. Necro's lips pressed to my forehead and he corralled me against his chest with open arms. Once the tossing and turning ceased I relaxed, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my head over his heart. I fit right against him, his body a little niche for me to hide away in. I would've gladly gone back to sleep if he hadn't sighed and opened his eyes.

"Agnes?" He said groggily, the sound making my heart melt.

"Good morning, zombie." I smiled, moving my hand up to cradle his cheek. He leaned into it, his face squishing against my fingers and making me smile even more.

"No," He said curtly before holding me tighter against him, "you're in my bed now, you've got to go by my rules."

"And your rules are?"

"You have to cuddle with me until I decide it's time to get up."

"So if Murmur climbed in bed with you, he'd have to cuddle until you decided to let him go?" I snickered, watching him roll his white orbs at my mischief.

"You're a smartass, you know that?" Necro raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged a little.

"I guess you could call me that."

"Can I call you something else?"

"Depends on what it is."

"How about mine?" He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yours, huh?" I laughed, snuggling into him, "I think I can agree to that."

Necro tucked his finger beneath my chin and pulled my face up to his; I kissed him first, the sweet-smoke flavor catching me off guard again. I smiled against his lips and he took it as a signal to kiss me harder, which I didn't mind whatsoever. His fingers pressed into my back and he let out a breath, something spiking in my veins that I'd never felt before. I felt the sudden need to kiss him more, like it was a newfound addiction. I didn't pause before complying, reaching up and tangling my fingers in his hair while I kissed him as hard as I could. Necro tensed up like I'd taken him off guard, but he broke out in a grin as he whispered against my lips.

"How about we just stay in bed all day?" He asked, and I was ready to say yes, when I remembered a vital event from last night.

"Shit, I'd love to, but we need to get up."

"How come?"

"Sergei's here."

"Fuck!" He threw the blankets up, releasing me and flying out of bed. I broke into a fit of laughter as he hit the ground, the thump echoing around us. Thamyris jolted upright and swung her head around wildly until she pinpointed the direction of the sound.

"What the hell was that?" She hissed.

"Necro." I snickered, watching him get back up and pull a shirt on. It seemed while he'd been on the floor and I was distracted, he took the liberty of putting jeans on.