The Contract

XXIV - Bullire

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Knock, knock.

I stirred slightly in my sleep, my body slowly, regretfully, waking up. I sighed in content, completely relaxed next to the warm thing that embraced me, firmly; securely. Whatever it was, it was merely wonderful. I cuddled against the warmth, my mind going fuzzy and losing track of all the sense it held. I turned around to face it, smiling absently, and buried my face against the hard yet delightful object.

"Mm," I purred, "warm. . ."

Knock, knock!

I pressed my head harder against the source of warmth. I bit by lip—wow, was my bed ever comfortable. I had never woken up to extra heat before, but I loved it. But why was there extra heat, exactly? I heard a snicker from in front of me as I felt a puff of warmth develop on my forehead. How. . . odd. Had my bed just snickered?

"Sis!"

"Tony! Hush—maybe she's not awake yet."

"Mom, did someone try to kill her?"

"What are talking about?"

"Well, that's what it looks like."

I frowned against the hard thing and pulled away, forcing my eyes open. I was met with a naked chest. I blinked a few times, slowly, in utter horror. What—?

I looked up to see who owned the chest, only to see Lure peeking at me with one eye. The other remained closed, as if he was too tired to open it. He closed his eye and wrapped his arms more securely around me, pulling me closer, and rested his head below my chin.

Knock, knock, knock!

I let out a loud, irritated groan to let the two outside my door, who were my mom and Tony, know that I was awake.

"It's about time," I heard Tony grumble.

"Tony, go downstairs," my mom scolded him. I heard the sound of Tony's grudgingly distant footsteps. Shortly after they ceased, my mom once again spoke through the door. "Can I come in for a second?"

My eyes flew open and I roughly shoved Lure away from me. He grunted, diffident, and re-wrapped himself around my waist. I sat upright, my hands flying to my hair in panic. This left Lure in an odd position. He released me and moved so he was on his back. He ran his own hands through his hair, starting from his forehead to the back of his head.

I squealed in panic and frantically pointed at Lure. "You!"

"Me?" Lure lazily drawled, opening his eyes to peer up at me.

"Hide!" I shoved him.

"Hm?" he murmured, closing his eyes and preparing to fall asleep again.

"Hide!" I hissed, slapping him over the head. He scowled and peeked up at me.

I glanced at the door and called, "I have to get dressed, give me a second!" I jumped up and began looking around—where could Lure hide? My gaze fell on a half-open drawer. . .

"What's wrong with your pajamas?"

. . . no! What was I thinking? Like Lure would be able to fit in there. Honestly, where was my head in the morning?

"No, no," I mumbled to my mother, "I'm already wandering around. . ." I walked by the bed and let out a shriek when Lure suddenly grabbed me and pulled me back down onto the bed. Before I could resist, he was sitting on my waist, grinning down at me playfully. Now was not the time, couldn't he see that?