Setting: 358/2 Days | Pairing: Zexion/Marluxia
Synopsis: Zexion is still sick and is in bed (4/5)
Zexion placed a hand slowly over the arm that was around his waist, locking him within the white sheets. The gentle scent of roses filled his senses. The warmth of the body behind him soothe his weakness.
“…Marluxia,” Zexion whispered sleepily. His eyes were still closed. He enjoyed how the Assassin’s name rolled off his tongue. It wasn’t a moment longer when the bed creaked a little to Marluxia’s response of pulling Zexion closer to him; his hot breath against the back of his neck. Zexion chuckled lightly, still silently. It tickled. “…Zexion.” Marluxia replied. Zexion also enjoyed how he said his name. The deepness of his voice was like a sensual growl, almost the same way his cerulean eyes would speak to him, taunting him to do things he thought he could never do. The rhythmical motion of the Assassin’s breathing was once again pulling Zexion to sleep. “How do you feel?” Marluxia mummered. Zexion hummed, half awake. Marluxia’s softly patted his stomach, trying to get a response. “Feeling better?” “I feel better…when you’re here.“