“Good, because I don’t want either of you to leave.” Nick blinks up at them still half asleep and his brain trying to make sense of what he just heard. He’s not sure what woke him up; he has no idea how long he was even out for; he just…
“I feel hot,” he says finally, wriggling against the sheets.
“I’ll stay as long as you both still want me here,” Monroe says, nipping gently at Nick’s ear as his smell shifts subtly into something hotter and needier as he gets more wakeful. He looks to Juliette as he shifts to brush Nick’s temple with his lips waiting on her to lead, watching for any hint that she doesn’t like what he’s doing.
Juliette nods at Monroe and mouths 'go on' while shifting to sit against the headboard. Her thighs brush against Nick's shoulder and she leans forward to brush some hair from his forehead. It feels warm, not as bad as this morning, but if she didn't know better, Juliette would still think he is sick.
"I think Nick would be very disappointed if you left, wouldn't you, Nick?" Nicks moans slightly and nods in agreement, his hand grasping for Juliette's, and she takes it and squeezes it gently.
















