A/N: I wrote this one today! In school, like I always do. But I really wanted to say that you guys didn't have to take me serious on the favorite front last chapter. Not only did we shoot to 30 favs really quick like, but now we have 33. Ahehe. Man, how many favs is this thing going to get, you guys? I didn't know you people liked this so much. Maybe it's because of the straight!Genesis. XD I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

Speaking of Genesis, I thought it had been a while since we've seen some fluff in these things, right? So here you are!

Is it naive to make plans that seem so far away?

XV.) Sick In Bed

"Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer," Genesis says playfully, poking Mireya's reddened nose. Tucked deep under her blankets, she scowls before trying to hold in a sneeze. She comes out victorious, flinching for a moment, but keeping the damned sneeze inside of her. Genesis sits on top of the couch arm, his right leg propped over his left. In his left hand resides an apple that he tosses on the table in front of them. After that, he gazes at the blonde Turk with his bright, Mako-infused eyes, giving her a teasing look. "...Had a very shiny nose, did she not, Love?"

"Can it, Genesis," Mireya hisses, grabbing a tissue clumsily from the coffee table, knocking over cups and plates and things of that nature. She fumbles with the flimsy tissue, ripping a hole in it. In her frustration she growls, settling to just blow her nose anyway, regardless of a tear in the fabric. She brings up the sheet and blows her nose, unfortunately getting snot on her blanket. "Uurgh!" she mumbles, throwing the tissue on the table. "Shower," she mutters, almost like a zombie. Genesis chuckles, standing back up and gazing at his rapier—which is placed by the doorway of her room. "I need..."

"Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give," Genesis replies with that air of suaveness about him. "You sound like you have just died, Love." He watches Mireya stand up, albeit stumbling back down. Before she falls back down into the couch, he grabs Mireya's cheeks, forcing her to gaze at him. She scowls, her cheeks tinting a dark pink. He rubs invisible circles against her skin with his thumbs, his face dangerously close to hers. "I would shower you with my affection," he says, tilting her head up and smirking madly. "To grace my lips on thine's would be such an honor..." You know those little things that seemingly turn in Mireya's head to keep her thought process working? Yeah, those immediately stop working. Did he just say he wants to kiss her? In a poetic way?

He never wants to just up and kiss her! "Gen-Genesis," Mireya mutters in all of her sick glory. He presses an index-finger to her lips, opening his mouth, but only slightly.

"But sadly, Love, you have a terrifying cold, one that I could not possibly catch, so I will just have to settle for cupping your face and staring at you." A pause. A simper. Mireya grits her teeth, turning the other way. However, Genesis holds her face in place, refusing to let get away from him.

"Let go!" she yells.

"The Goddess does not like your yelling, Love."

"I said... Let go!"

"Are you denying me of looking at your pretty face, Love?" Mireya stops and pauses, thinking of something witty to say but the thought escapes her. She's too sick to try to keep an argument with Genesis, who is very much still healthy and awake. Mireya groans in frustration and he taps a gloved index-finger against her cheek.

"You must love me if you refuse to kiss me, Genesis," she answers back, full of disdain. "And yet you're still holding my face. What is it that you want?" She adjusts her footing so she can stomp her foot on her ground. And she does. "You don't want to get sick, yet you're in my room, and you're holding my face."

"Oh, these gloves?" Genesis remarks out of spite. And trust me, he's very amused. He looks at his hands before going back to staring into Mireya's eyes. "I'm going to have to incinerate them. Now sleep, Love. I came here on my lunch break because I want you to get better." Get better? Get better? How can she ever dream of getting better when he's shamelessly leading her on like this? He shouldn't have come at all! Mireya grits her teeth and yanks her arm away from Genesis, only to lose her balance and stumble backwards, taking a huge, backwards fall on the couch. She automatically gets lost underneath her blankets. The only problem is... Genesis falls down with her as well, still holding on to her wrists.

But now he's covered in Mireya's germs and snot, much to his dismay. Mireya stops flailing her arms around, only to notice Genesis lost in thought as he towers over her small frame. "Hey, Shakespeare Boy," she mummers, shifting awkwardly under him. But then her expression changes from confused to amused. She smiles, looking Genesis right in his eyes. "Aha! You're going to get sick—haaaah!" It feels like thunder bolts have suddenly jolted down her spine. She's not sure she can concentrate on anything now, thanks to Genesis planting butterfly kisses up and down her neck. His right hand is intertwined with her own.

"I have since been contracted an illness already, Mireya dear. I'm so terribly lovesick," he murmurs. "And although I like the feel of your skin, I am afraid I am too terrified to kiss you..." Before he can finish his sentence, Mireya comes up with a devious plan. And right after Genesis takes his lips away from her neck, she presses her lips against his, softly. He neither recoils or tries to pull away—he simply puts his right hand under her chin and brushes her bangs out of her face. It's such a simple action, but it makes her blush a little, even through all of the red on her face. She wishes all of her sick days can be like this—with Genesis kissing her, regardless of how sick she is.

The two separate, sitting up and Mireya blinks a few times, licking her lips. She touches her cheeks, failing to stop the imminent blush on her face. Genesis crosses one leg over the other dramatically, putting one hand over hers. "Genesis...?" she says in a whisper.

"Hmm? Love? Darling? Dear? Etcetera?" He tilts his head. "Etcetera?"

Without thinking, she closes her eyes and grabs Genesis' arm, leaning into him. "Please don't go back to work, please...?" He looks back at her and smirks, running his fingers through her hair.

"May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."