Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE ~~

I woke to the feeling of contentment, an almost strange feeling really. It feels like that thing you crave that you could never quite put your finger on. We all have a different kind of content, whether it be eating something you'd been craving for days, sleeping after a long few days of work, or resting in the arms of the man you'd let go years before yet never stopped loving. I didn't want it to end.

It was completely dark apart from the sliver of light beaming under the door, because the lights in the room were still off, and there were no windows down here. The room smelt faintly of dust which was something I was too tired to pick up on last night, and it almost felt chilly. The blanket that was draped across the both of us though mixed with our combined body heat was keeping me very warm.

I listened for any signs of consciousness in the other rooms, only just realising that the water pump was running meaning that someone was probably in the shower. Lucky... I would love to take another, but I'd live. I could always take another when I needed it next.

I wasn't hungry which was a surprise. The stew yesterday morning had really filled a hole that needed filling. For the first time in ages I felt great. I felt strong, clean and during the process of mourning our friends, I felt happy. I was happy because Mark had his arm wrapped around me like I was his lifeline, and I had woken curled into his side, and there was nowhere else on earth I would rather be. Right at this moment everything was okay.

I shifted slightly, causing Mark to groan and stir from the deep sleep he needed so much.

"Morning beautiful," he cooed softly, tightening his grip on me ever so slightly and burying his face in my hair.

"Beautiful?"

"That's what you are. Yes."

I chuckled and snuggled in closer to him, his warmth never wavering even the slightest bit. He was like my own personal heater now. I wouldn't want it any other way either.

"Good morning to you too."

He hummed happily, making a move to get up until I held him down, placing all of my weight, even though I weighed next to nothing, on top of him so he couldn't leave me.

"I never took you for the clingy type Jackaboy."

"Not clingy, reptilian. You're warm, stay." I drug out the a in stay to get my opinion across on his leaving.

"We can't stay in bed all day."

"Why?"

He fell silent before sliding out from under me, leaving me to lay alone in the spot Mark had kept warm all night long. It was so dark in the room that I could barely tell whether I had my eyes opened or closed at this point, but I soon had confirmation that I was wide awake when Mark suddenly flicked the light on instantly flushing the room in a peppering of bright that my eyes weren't even almost ready for.

"Fuck!" I called, ripping the sheets up and over my head, trying to erase the instant headache and sore eyes it had dropped on me with its arrival.

"You look like a moody teen whose mom just woke them by opening their curtains," he laughed, "Come on. Jump up and get dresses, I need your help."

I peeked out from under the covers just in time to watch mark slide his shirt over his torso, open the door, and give a playful wink before closing it again leaving me alone in the dust-smelling room.

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"About time! What were you guys doing in there?" Dan questioned once I had finally emerged from the room, black shirt and flannel hanging loosely against my body.