⋆The Survivors [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]⋆

Chapter thirteen

Michael hadn't moved, his breathing normal as he continued to sleep through all that noise. Lying back in bed, I turned to face the wall on my good shoulder and sighed. The stuffiness of the rooms always seemed to get to me first thing in the mornings. Back before the invasion, I would often sleep with my window cracked open just enough to let in a cool breeze. Closing my eyes I tried to envision it, a cool breeze drifting in from a window, but my imagination was not nearly that good. No matter how much I hated the cold of winter or the sting of summer, at least I had been moving and being deprived of something as simple as the weather was enough to make me a little crazy. 

I tried to shift in the bed, trying to get comfortable but I end up kicking off the blankets in pure frustration. I jumped when a hand landed on my hip and I opened my eyes to see Michael very close to me steading me. "Olive, are you alright?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

I smiled nodding trying to ignore the shiver that went through me as Michael pulled his hand away from me. I realised I was very close to the edge of the bed and a second away from falling onto him, "Yeah, I'm okay."

"I didn't mean to touch you, it's just you looked about to fall and I didn't want you to hurt yourself," he explained quickly causing me to smile resting my head on my arm. He was cute as he floundered around and I just watched until he ran out of steam. 

"It's okay Michael, I was just... dreaming about stuff I miss," I explained and he sat up to rest his chin on his hand leaning against the mattress. 

"Dreaming... I don't know if I get it. I know the definition of dreaming but I don't think I've experienced it." He explained and I sighed closing my eyes as I began to talk smiling. 

"Well, the definition would be spot on to what it is... Some people don't remember their dreams and they say that dreams are things you've been stressed about or want in your life. Some dreams can be really weird though, like ignoring the physics of the real world," I opened my eyes as I trailed off and his eyes were so close to mine I couldn't help but stare. Michael's eyes were so blue so clear it was almost reflective. "Your eyes are so..."

"Golik?" he whispered looking down at the mattress and I shook my head as I went to touch him, only to be stopped by my sling. Frowning I slipped my arm out and gradually reached out letting my fingers brush against his midnight hair. It was softer than I imagined, I thought as Michael slowly turned to me blinking stunned by my touch. I tilted my head against the pillow, shifting closer as I let my fingers trail through his hair, letting my nails scratch against his scalp. 

"I was going to say they're beautiful," I muttered my cheeks flushing as I went to pull back but Michael closed his eyes, his hand cupping my own as he rested against the mattress. "Michael?"

"That... feels very nice, if... if you could-" he stuttered but I smiled shifting closer to him. I continued to let my hands run through his hair. He shuddered against the mattress and I smiled just being with him. We lay there together quietly for a long while, Michael's long eyelashes almost casting a shadow over his cheeks. Feeling bold, I let my fingertips skim down the side of his face and let my thumb brush against his cheeks. His skin was soft and smooth, unblemished and I shimmied down the bed so I could study him better. Michael's eyes remained closed but I heard the shift in his breathing as I continued to touch him. I felt tingles explode over me and I felt the intimacy of simply touching his face beginning to overstimulate me. 

"Olive..." Michael breathed and I froze swallowing about to pull my hand away but he captured it in his long fingers. "I'd... I'd like to return the gesture. If you were comfortable with that," he spoke barely above a whisper and I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice. His eyes opened almost sleepily and I let my hand fall from his.