DING!
Cecilia blinked blearily at the sound. Her eyelids were made of lead. The world was a soft blur of morning light and blankets. She was exhausted after closing twin rifts last night.
The first thing she saw was Arkai's jaw. You know, strong and sharp, softened slightly by the golden morning light filtering through the curtains and by the way his face was relaxed in sleep.
She smiled without meaning to, unconsciously curling her lips, and closed her eyes again, snuggling up to him. He was warm.
Arkai sighed in his sleep contentedly, and his hand found her waist. His fingers kneaded gently at the soft flesh there, once, twice, then stilled. He didn't wake, just pulled her closer.
But—
DING!
For fuck's sake. What is it?
"System..." Cecilia mumbled into Arkai's chest, thick with sleep. "Let's do this later..."
DING!
"Come on..."
[Cecilia, yaaaaaaawn... it's not us... Maybe it's your phone?]
What?
DING!
Cecilia opened her eyes.
