A/N: Mercy, Mercy Me - The Strokes

Even though the curtains were closed, and it was still winter, the sun's rays were snaking their way into the bedroom to hit the bed sheets. Particles became visible from the rays of light, but both girls were still sleeping soundly.

Eli clung onto Nozomi, refusing to be woken up by the sun. The latter, however, slowly opened her eyes.

The green optics focused on the clock on the wall, then a lazily grin formed on her face: 9:45am.

Nozomi shut her eyes again as Eli nuzzled closer. Both were completely naked from their…enjoyment...the previous night.

The next to wake up was Eli, who grumbled at the sun in Russian. However, she felt fairly well rested, and her feet were light.

She also squinted at the clock hanging on the wall: 10:05am. With a smile, she shut her eyes.

Beside her, Nozomi's eyes fluttered open again, and she stretched out her arms over the bed, brushing the carpet with the back of her fingers.

"…'Zomi…" Eli mumbled, pulling her girlfriend closer. Nozomi chuckled, her chest rising and falling with the action, and shifted her body to face Eli's.

"Good morning, Elichi," Nozomi lightly kissed Eli on the nose, and the blonde scrunched up her face.

"Stop it…I saw the clock…"

Nozomi peered at the clock, and grinned.

"This is a new record for us," Nozomi idly played with the blonde hair.

"Did you want a hot chocolate?"

Eli nodded, and Nozomi chuckled.

"I'll need to leave the bed to make you one, Elichi,"

"Can't you do it here?"

"We do not have a milk-frother in our bedroom,"

"Well we should," Eli pulled Nozomi closer, and the tattoo artist carefully pried herself from Eli's grip.

"Three minutes, and I'll be back," Nozomi told Eli, who whined at the sudden lack of warmth.

Nozomi put her pyjama shorts and tank top back on before heading to the kitchen.

The heater had been humming all night, making the kitchen and living room rather toasty.

While in the kitchen, Nozomi felt the craving come along, and sighed.

"Seriously? I haven't even had breakfast yet," she mumbled and tapped her stomach.

When Nozomi walked back into the room with the mug of hot chocolate, she noticed that Eli hadn't moved. With a snort of laughter, Nozomi poked the florist lightly, and sighed when a lazy hand swatted her away.

"Elichi," Nozomi placed her left hand on the bottom of the mug while her right still held the handle.

"I left the comfort and warmth of this bed on my day off to make you a hot chocolate, so do you think you could wake up and appreciate the effort I went to make this?"

Eli opened her eyes, blue staring into the green, then pouted.

"Way to guilt trip, Nozomi," she grumbled, sitting up and pulling the bed sheet with her, as she was still naked. Nozomi handed the drink to her with that ever-present smile.

Eli took the drink out of Nozomi's hands and settled herself against the bed head.

"Enjoy," Nozomi reached over for a cigarette from her bedside table as Eli took a sip.

"Seriously, how do you make them so perfect?" Eli looked up from the mug and licked her milk moustache away. Nozomi lit up the cigarette and shrugged.

"I just use a lot of chocolate."

"Well I'm lucky that I work out," Eli chuckled as Nozomi exhaled smoke. There were bags underneath the artist's eyes again.

"There was something I'd like to do today,"

The blonde bit her lip.

"H-Hey, Nozomi?"

Nozomi turned to look at Eli with a smile.

"Yes, Elichi?"

Eli's voice gave out, so she cleared her throat.

"How many cigarettes do you smoke a day?"

Nozomi frowned in thought, "Anywhere between four and six?"

"Four to six?!" Eli choked on her drink as Nozomi exhaled more smoke.

"Hey, Nico smokes like three packets or something a day, that's nothing compared to her."

"This isn't about Nico, this is about you," Eli groaned.

"I seem to be a popular topic these days," Nozomi raised and eyebrow as Eli set her drink to the side.

"It's not healthy, Nozomi,"

"I know,"

"Then why do you smoke?"

"It eases stress and clears the mind," Nozomi used the same reasons every time someone asked her that very question: Eli had asked her so many times that it was just an automated response.

"I was so proud when you quit for two months," Eli mumbled.

"You're weren't the only one."

Silence swirled around them again, so Nozomi cleared her throat and tapped the excess into her ashtray.

"What did you want to do today?"

Eli inwardly growled at the change of subject, but played along: They would continue this discussion at a later date.

She got out of bed and went to put on some clothes.

"Well, we have the whole day to do whatever we want," Nozomi looked over as her phone lit up: A message from Rin.

"We now have Rin-chan's address," Nozomi smiled and saved it in her notes.

Eli clipped her bra and went to put on some underwear, but when she looked down…

"…Nozomi?"

"Hmm?"

"Does this look right to you?" Eli turned around and stuck out her stomach. Nozomi got out of bed and peered at Eli's stomach.

"…If I say it looks like you've gained weight, would you hit me?"

"Not my stomach," Eli pointed to her naval.

"It's the piercing,"

"Oh," Nozomi stared at Eli's pierced naval that Umi had done years ago.

There was a light pink ring around the top where the blue barbell was.

"Does it hurt?" Nozomi asked, and Eli shook her head.

"No, it doesn't. Maybe I slept on it funny?"

"Perhaps, or maybe it got knocked about during our fun last night," Nozomi grinned, and Eli huffed in annoyance.

"It would've known if it got knocked about, Nozomi,"

"I'm not a piercer, Elichi, maybe ask Umi?"

"I'll text her, but we can worry about that later," Eli smiled and looked at the sun's ray coming through the window.

"Why don't we go to a café for lunch?"