One Hundred Pebbles In A Glass Jar

by sitabethel

100 Thiefshipping drabbles loosely connected to show Marik and Bakura's relationship over a couple of decades. Rated M for certain drabbles scattered throughout the fic.

35. one more chapter

Marik sat curled on the sofa. He chewed on his thumb nail, a book shoved up to his face.

Bakura turned off the t.v. "I'm ready for bed."

"Okay."

He raised a white eyebrow at Marik. "You coming?"

"Sure. Yeah. Soon as I'm done with this chapter."

"Last time you said that, you didn't come to bed until 4:00 a.m."

"That was a really good book."

"And this one?"

Marik nodded, only paying half his attention to his lover. "Yeah, it's also good. Why? You want to read it next?"

Bakura didn't answer. He grabbed the throw and rested his head in Marik's lap.

Marik smiled down at him. "Bakura, what are you doing?"

"Going to sleep."

"You can go to the bedroom."

Bakura drew hexagrams on Marik's stomach. "I . . . can't sleep if you're not in bed."

"Oh." Marik's expression changed from indifferent to endearing. "I suppose you can lay in my lap then."

Bakura snorted. "Good to have your permission because I had no intentions of getting up."