Snuggle Fear

Prompt: Conflict is the spice of life and there is one your character has been avoiding. (300 words)

!SPOILER ALERT!

(Kinda')

Vesper woke up, with Neo tight in his embrace once again. Which scared him, just like it always did.

He shot up from the bed. Pulled his arm out from beneath her head, offering her a rude awakening.

"Ughh..." she half-mumbled, half-growled, not happy that her heat source had fled. "Get back..." she said, and lazily reached a hand for him.

He pinched his brows, frustration and confusion mixed in his mind. When he didn't return, she opened her eyes slightly and saw him walk away.

That promted her to get out of bed as well. Slowly, as it was still too early for her taste, but she changed out of her pajamas and joined him in the kitchen.

By the time she got there, he'd already brewed and poured himself a cup of coffee. A cigarette burned between his fingers, and he seemed lost in thought.

"Why?" He mumbled.

She froze. Stopped pouring the coffee, and met his confused sight with hers.

"Why what?"

"Why do you sneak into my bed?" He asked. Not displeased, but rather afraid, which only served to deepen her confusion.

"I...just..." she blabbered, not seeing any problem with that. "Is it strange or something?"

She could see he made efforts to be more comfortable around her. The ten foot pole had dwindled to an arm's length, but he was still causcious.

"It is," he answered with half a mouth. "I accepted to hide you in my appartment, but..."

'But what?' She wondered. 'Are we still enemies?'

"...just forget it," he completed and waved a hand her way. "And stop doing it."

That last part came out a bit more confident. Demanding. She liked it.

"Hey, I promised I wouldn't do anything to you and I won't," she tried to reassure him. "I just thought that maybe we could...I don't know, be friends or something?"

He sighed. It was clear that she also made effort, that she fought back her nature and upbringing every day. And just as clear was the fact that she never had a true friend, seeing as she was very awkward at the whole deal.

But he still remembered the hospital. Still remembered how she grinned when she lunged at him, blade drawn and thristy for his blood. That stuff was hard to leave behind, try as hard as one might.

"We'll see about that," he answered, calmer now. "There's a lot more work to be done to that point."

She approached the table and pulled out a chair opposite of him. Decided she'd comply with his demand, and stop invading his personal space.

'A lot more work indeed...'

A/N: It's not outright spoilers, as this is just a small splinter of the dynamic that will develop between these two. And one that's handled very differently from how it will actually be, as I was constrained by the word limit.