Disappoint: defeat of fulfillment, failure to meet expectations or wishes

Lightning sighed, staring grimly at the ceiling, completely torn.

There was work to be done, she had a quarter tall stack of papers to file through that she couldn't bring herself to finish yesterday, having spent half the day staring at black words on white sheets till her eyes hurt from the intensity. If she got up now, got those papers done, headed to the meeting and managed through it, she could get home without anything else to do and sleep the day away... no, she also had to be at a meeting in about two hours.

Will with the papers, there was the risk that all wariness would be swept away, but then again, meetings were just as long and dragging. Even if her stack of paper work woke her, the droning voice of information she probably already knew would dim her down till she was nearly passed out again. Because of Amodar and Rygdea she knew what went on with the GC, to a point she didn't know why she had to be there anymore.

Maybe she shouldn't bother.

A content heave of air fluttered over her head, and she was suddenly pulled closer to the warm body that kept her close like a child would with a Carbuncle or moogle toy; silently encouraging that thought.

This was what made her so torn though. For one thing, Bodhum weather was experiencing a brush of cold; for most people here, it was unbearable. Lightning was one of those people. She couldn't step out of the house, not without grimacing and cursing the air for being so cold around her; much less, get out of bed. Even with the heater on, the house felt too cold, and the only defense she had against it was the blanket on top of her, and body next to her, holding her close.

She was sure he would be delighted to find that she was still here once he woke up; usually, she was an early riser and couldn't stand wasting the day away in bed. Him on the other, he didn't mind sleeping in; just having a day of relaxation, a break from work.

For her, usually, the thought of skipping work and not doing anything productive; it just didn't sound too appealing, especially since she raised herself to be like this. There was Serah to take care of, bills, work, food, the house; the list went on. She slept when she needed, and then she set off and went back to work.

It wasn't the same for him though. Till thirty minutes after his coffee, he was dead in the morning. If it could happen, he would lean on her, dozing while she took the time to plot out her day, enjoy her own cup, or even working on files at home. Till the cafine was able to get into his system, she left him be, as he slowly woke. By the time he was able to open his eyes and rouse, the best she could get out of him was a groggy good morning and a sloppy kiss; or she'd give him a quick peck before she was off to work and intending to have it a successful day of work.

Not today it seems.

Today, it was too cold to get out of bed and the warmth of the covers and the body pressed against; she was too content to move; chained by the warmth and her own haze, and by the feel of the cold air around her, she just edged closer to him, relishing the heat he radiated. Too content with this moment to get out of bed and head to work.

She slid her eyes closed and lazily nuzzled him, sighing as she listened to his unconscious hum of approval, again, pulled her close and pressing their bodies together.

Looks like she was calling in sick today even though she should probably be at that meeting...

Oh well.

Amodar did mention something about her needing a vacation.

Just by how she is, I'm pretty sure that Lightning is a workaholic, and that moments like these are probably pretty rare for her X)

This is me every morning in the winter XD I just don't want to get out of bed and into the cold.