Wonderkind

She buried her face in his chest, her blonde hair tossed carelessly as she held him.

 

He would feel her murmur quietly.

“Why’re you pulling away?”

 

“I know that’s not your intentions,” she replied, taking his hand gently and settling it back.

 

“When it’s just you and me, and I’m half asleep,” she agreed, kissing his neck softly.

 

She woke slowly, her eyes fluttering open. She frowned, sitting up suddenly.

 

“I didn’t have a vision,” she said, sounding panicked as she looked down at him. “I’m so sorry, Z. I didn’t have a vision.”

 

“It definitely is,” she said, looking down at him. “I’ll go walk around the city. Try to trigger something.”

 

She blinked in surprise.

“What? No, Z, it’s not your fault that I didn’t have one. You should sleep more.”

 

She squinted at him before scooting over and kissing his mouth gently.

 

She laughed a little, beaming at him in the early morning light, her body soft and warm next to his.

“No,” she murmured, rubbing her fingers through his hair. “Sleep.”