#*sweetheart

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                       They’d been promised two separate rooms, but when the hotel had failed to deliver they were forced to compromise with a single room, and a single bed. He remained awake most of the night, unable to stop his mind from combing through their recent espionage mission –– accounting for both mistakes and opportunities, restlessly agonizing over their failure to successfully recruit locals willing and able to pass along intelligence. The fan above them whizzed rhythmically, the A.C. purred and buzzed, and every so often Celia’s shoulders would rise with heavy, sedated breath, beads of sweat collecting on their foreheads as the Indian heat sweltered around them.  Marko glanced over at her as she began to stir, only to realize she was still asleep, he released a sigh of anguished relief. Her brows were knitted, mouth twisted as though she were in pain, and her hands began to tremor. 

He peeled back the sheets, resting upon the skin of his abdomen and attached with a thin layer of moisture, and sat up, broad shoulders leaning against the headboard. Her eyelashes fluttered, her nose furled. In a way, this image of her was almost childlike, almost peaceful, but dark clouds began to draw overhead and she tossed onto her back, gripping the sheets whilst a blood-curdling scream erupted from her lips. Harrowing and ear-piercing, Marko immediately feared it would wake authorities loitering within the hotel and so, throwing all caution and training to the wind, he reached for her shoulders and gave them a forceful shake. ❝ Cecelia, come back. It’s a dream – ah, a dream. And I’m going to kill you myself if you don’t shut the fuck up, okay? ❞ Her eyes peeled open, glancing around the room with thinly-veiled wonder and confusion, before meeting his. They softened then, and a gentle smile toyed upon his mouth as she calmed. Cecelia all but collided into his chest, clawing her way upward until the shell of her ear rested against the bare skin of his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat that thrummed within his ribcage. His fingers tangled in her hair, arms engulfing her nimble frame, chin brushing against the crown of her head.