Serge grumbled slightly as he awoke to voices and the sound of the morning bell. It wasn't that he minded mornings, but this morning was particularly cold. He didn't particularly relish the thought of leaving his nice warm bed.

"But if I must, I must," he sighed, and started to rise. A pair of arms locked around his waist and pulled him back down.

"Who says you have to?" Gilbert's face nuzzled into the crook of Serge's neck. "Stay with me," he murmured, "They rarely expect me on time and I can tell them you were feeling sick..."

Serge had to smile at that. Gilbert had only changed slightly for the better in recent months; he'd been putting forth the effort to curb his self-destructive ways, but he was as possessive and mischevious as he'd ever been. Worse, right now Serge didn't see this as a bad thing.

"You know I'd much rather stay in bed with you this morning, Gilbert," he said, turning around to give the other boy a brief kiss. "You feel so warm..."

"Then stay," Gilbert whispered, "it won't matter if you miss just this one morning..."

It would matter, Serge thought, he would fall behind and his instructors wouldn't be too happy at his absence either. But it was so cold, and the bed and Gilbert were so warm and soft and he was still so sleepy...against his better judgement, he snuggled closer to Gilbert and pulled the covers around them.

"I suppose it can't hurt just this once."

"I knew you'd see it my way." Gilbert pulled him down for a kiss.