A/N: A short ficlet on a moment between Michael and Selene, best set after the first movie. I have taken a few liberties with the timeline, such as, "What if they found a safe decent place to sleep in?" Any constructive criticism is appreciated.

Disclaimer: The characters below belong to Len Wiseman and the Underworld franchise. No profit is being made off this.


The Cocoon

Cool air blew over him as Michael shivered, still half-asleep. Struggling to keep his eyes closed, he groped for the warmth of the covers. He rolled over, his searching fingers desperate, his eyes stubbornly closed, until another blast of cold air gust in from an open window. He swore quietly. He'd forgotten to close the window and now even the bed was freezing. Who knew such a humid day could turn so cold? Where the hell were the sheets?

His questing hand abruptly came into contact with a body on the other side of the bed. Now fully awake, Michael winced and hastily drew back his fingers. He heard Selene shift with a soft rustle, and for a tense moment he held his breath, listened as her breathing settled once more into a slow rhythm. He smiled a little; he had an idea where the disappearing sheets had gone. Unable to deny wakefulness any long, he finally opened his eyes blearily and saw a long round shape: Selene, wrapped up inside a protective cocoon of blankets and sheets. His share of the sheets.

"Selene," he whispered. He didn't want to wake her up but he did want his sheets back. "Hey…"

There was no answer. Apart from her steady breaths he could almost hear the ringing silence. He tried tugging gently at the sheets but she only gripped them all the tighter and turned away from him.

Well. Michael's tired brain figured then the only remedy was to imagine a roaring fire and go back to sleep, so he did just that. Nope, not working. He got up, paced, and lay back down on the bed next to Selene, resting his head on the pillow once more, watching her still form. How strange. He was cold and she was warm. What else was there to do? He grinned. Hah, he thought.

As unobtrusively as he could he shifted towards her and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his cheek against the fall of her hair. She sighed in her sleep but didn't move, too exhausted to notice. Slowly, Michael's eyelids fell as he drifted off. There would be time to think about this tomorrow. There would be time for everything else tomorrow. He didn't notice Selene unconsciously burrowing further into his arms as the cocoon of sheets around her disintegrated. He only slept.