There was no sunrise to wake up to. Not even the weak rays of light that would filter through curtains.
Nothing but the blank coldness of the metal.
Although, Artemis supposed, that was the least of things wrong with this ship. She had been aboard Black Manta's ship for over a week, and every day she found something new that she hated.
But this moment, sunrise or not, was so perfect she could forget her hate.
Laying beneath the warmth of the covers, cuddled up next to Kaldur.
Whom, she noticed, was still naked.
She smiled weakly. Blinking her eyes once, twice, and then closing them all together. Sighing, she leaned her head back against the pillow they were sharing, letting herself drown in this feeling.
Sleep still wore down at her senses, making it all the more sweeter.
She pulled the covers up closer to her, warming herself even more. Beside her, Kaldur breathed deeply. She supposed that he was close to waking.
The two of them were holding onto each other, hugging each other for support.
Artemis and Kaldur sought each other in this crazy time, in this struggle that had become their lives.
So when they crept beneath the covers to sleep, or sought each other out to release the desperate tension that had crawled beneath their skin, they held onto their moments for as long as they could.
They needed each other.
That one source of sanity within this crazed scheme.
Kaldur's eyes slowly flickered open. The first thing he saw was Artemis, fast asleep on his pillow, bundled up close to him.
Happiness washed through him.
He pulled her closer to him, giving her a light kiss on the forehead.
Artemis sighed softly, and opened her eyes to look him in the face.
"Good morning," Kaldur said, pressing light kisses to her cheek.
"Morning," Artemis said, sighing again.
They hugged each other fiercely, wrapping their arms around each other like they intended never to let go. Still, sleep hung heavy on them.
Relaxed them like nothing else could.
"Kaldur," she breathed, sending shivers down Kaldur's skin.
He pulled the covers up around them more.
"Artemis," Kaldur said, kissing her once more.
"Yes?" she replied.
Her hands found his body, and she stroked them up and down his skin. She didn't have to look to find the beginnings of his black tattoos; simply knew where they were from how many times she had looked at them and admired them.
Her fingertips traced the patterns underneath the sheets.
"I fear something bad will happen today," he whispered, his breath tickling against her neck.
"Doesn't something bad happen everyday?" she asked him.
She moved to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer to her. They shared another kiss before she stopped.
Wanting nothing more, sleep still dragging her down, she rested her head up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.
In that moment, everything was so perfect.
She closed her eyes, blissfully.
Listening to Kaldur's steady heartbeat.
"That is true. But I fear something much worse is to come today."
Not even Kaldur's ominous statements could pull her out of her bliss. She hummed pleasantly up against his chest. She hugged at his waist, as best as she could do.
Yawning, she murmured something…
Something that even she did not know. Reassurements, she guessed.
Her world became nothing more than this moment. Her and Kaldur, naked and cuddling, still half-asleep, bundled up in their bed, a blissful detachment from the rest of the world.
Nothing could make her happier.
And Kaldur felt the same.