The Cabbie and the Cop – 37

“Now I can die happy,” Vergil said several minutes later as he lay curled in Simeon’s arms.

“Do not ever say that again,” Simeon growled in response, his hold tightening. “It’s courting trouble of the worst kind.”

“I was just teasing, but I understand what you’re saying.” Wriggling to loosen Simeon’s strong hold on him, Vergil turned enough so he could look into his eyes. He saw concern and worry in them and immediately felt very guilty. “I know it’s no joking matter, but it’s how I deal with things at times.”

Simeon smiled, brushing a kiss across his temple. “I’ve noticed. I on the other hand tend to grump and grumble. I suppose that means we’re well matched.”

“In more than just our conflicting temperaments I think.”

“I agree, we are, except when you don’t listen to me.”

Vergil looked at him in mock horror. “I always listen… eventually.”

“Well eventually is now. It’s time for us to get some sleep. We will seriously regret it if we don’t.”

“I know.” Rolling onto his back, Vergil stared up at the ceiling then closed his eyes.

Simeon thought for a moment he’d fallen asleep until he realized his heartbeat had sped up rather than slowing. He stroked his hair, murmuring softly, “We are going to defeat him, you and I.”

Opening one eye to look at him, Vergil nodded. “I know. I may not be in your class but between us he’s toast.”

“Toast?” Simeon chuckled. “Alright, that works.” He slid his arm under Vergil’s shoulders, pulling him back against his body.   

“You’re cold.” Vergil sleepily reached for the covers, pulling them up.

“I told you before, I’m cool.”

“Very cool. My cool vampire lover.”

“And my silly elven one. Now will you please go to sleep.”

“In a second. First…” Vergil cupped Simeon’s face in his hands, kissing him deeply, a kiss Simeon returned in kind. “Now I can sleep.”

Simeon smiled. “As can I.”