“Nigel? Are you awake?” The tone was quiet from the blonde haired witch, her head nestled on the chest of the boy under her, while her arm was across his shoulders, careful to keep it from going any higher and landing over his neck. Her boyfriend had many eccentricities, things about his neck was one of the earlier ones that Emma had learned. Never to fool with his tie and when he was sleeping, he tensed up and awoke when her arm accidentally got too close to his throat. Emma tried not to be a touch offended, and also had once made it a game to see where the thresh hold was between relaxed to tense was located, looking for that particular switch to flip. What could she say? She was often of two minds when it came to Nigel and always had been, fluctuating between loving girlfriend and faux murderess was just another one of those times.

At the moment, there was just the starting of an inkling of daylight after their long night. Normally Emma like to have the drapes drawn to block out the sun as long as possible on her holidays. At school she’d be up with the birds to start her day, which included a fairly extensive grooming regiment, but the instant she was away, she turned into a lazy lay about. She thought that she could have enjoyed much more of that fine tradition if Nigel hadn’t often insisted on waking her up to get their day started, most times, thankfully, with tea. But since they were alone, except for the kittens that were now curled up together just below her elbow on Nigel’s stomach, and just above where her leg was tossed over Nigel’s thigh, and her boyfriend hadn’t answered her, she felt it was safe to speak to him, to say some things that were on her mind, now that they weren’t charming the camera to take some risqué photos, or snogging, or swimming about in the large bath tub, opening presents, playing with kittens and doing a few other things that had left them exhausted and in a heap. Their activities for the wee hours of the morning were much more sedate, and involved the soft, small sighs of sleep.

“I’m going to miss you so much, Nige.” Emma told him, careful to keep her voice at the lowest whisper possible, hardly breathing enough life into the words to make them audible. “I know what happens next, I’ll be at school and you’ll be in France and you’ll forget. But…” Emma trailed off, she didn’t know what she wanted to say to that effect. It was easy, she’d learned, to forget about the person that was supposed to be with you when they weren’t right there at your side. Her father being the prime example that she’d witnessed throughout her formative years. Of course he’d said he loved their mother, and Emma knew that her mother had loved him. When she’d been too young to remember there had been a huge amount of affection between the two, by the time Emma had come along, things had cooled considerably but there had been an easy way about them, as a couple who’d been together for the better part of their lives. Her father came and went, until one day he didn’t and never returned again. She knew absence certainly didn’t make the heart grow fonder, it made you forget what made the person worth waiting around for in the first place. And so, she expected it would happen with Nigel. Wasn’t that what they had? The other people in their lives filled out Nigel and Emma’s romantic relationships, they weren’t exclusive, rather seemed content to find whatever was missing in their primary relationship in the company of others. The blonde turned her head a little until her lips were against the tender, bare skin of his shoulder with that circling about in her head. Nigel would find someone to fill that niche for him, and Emma was sure that she would too, still…

“I more than adore you.” The words were partially muffled now for the position of her mouth, “Sometimes…a lot of times, I think, I…” He was the most trying boy on the planet, he irritated her with his bossiness and heavy-handedness when it came to what he thought was best. And Nigel thought that he knew what was best for her at all times. Emma was left scowling at his schemes and once or twice he’d been the cause of tears for the younger girl. But he also liked to give her, her way, especially when their goals were the same. And the game he played at pretending he wouldn’t was one they both enjoyed. What’s more, over the last year was Emma found that fun could be had in the arms of just about anyone, but there was something about the boy who really knew her that had her returning and happily.

“I…” So what did she want to tell his sleeping, prone form that was so difficult? Maybe some girls could throw around the word ‘love’ like it was going out of style and they needed to wear it out before the season was over with. But even though she wanted to tell him, that she thought she might, even if he wouldn’t hear her and would never know, Emma couldn’t say it and have him leave. It made her heart beat quicken and thud restlessly against her ribs at the thought. The blonde had been developing a system that would make her the leaver, no tangles or messes for the daring miss. Still, the first letter of it lingered on the tip of her tongue, and though her eyes had been opened for part of her confession she closed them again and shifted to turn on her side away from Nigel instead of continuing. Curling up and alone, rather than siphoning the warmth from his body, she even shifted her hips to give her some space in the large bed they’d made a nest in the middle of. As if giving them space would make the feeling not so, but her tight throat and restless heartbeat said otherwise. And she lay there, staring at the opposite wall and out into the room for a long moment, the nail of a pointer finger caught up against her teeth and she worried it a bit between them, a bit colder now even under their blankets since she’d moved away from her boyfriend.

“Nigel?” She tested out her voice, a little louder now, then again louder than that until her voice was at a regular volume in the dark, saying his name to rouse him from slumber on purpose this time, instead of just testing to see if he was awake. Emma made the movement of rolling back over as if she’d just been waking up herself, shooing the kittens off of Nigel as gently as possible before wiggling to lay on top of him, starting to press kisses to his mouth and then his ear and even tickling them along his neck, wrapping her arms about his head in case he tried to escape. “It’s your last chance to shag me properly, before I have to get ready to go.” Emma informed him with a grin, “Well, last chance in bed. Better make it memorable, Wright.” She told him, going back to his lips, her kisses getting interrupted by her words.

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