Chapitre 187: 187. Rockstars

Lance felt something he didn't remember having ever felt before. He was in a tender embrace, his head embedded in secure warmth.

His own arms were holding something silky, like fine porcelain, but vibrant and alive. He felt so wholly protected and safe that he didn't want to wake up at all; he just sighed in satisfaction, hoping to never leave this place ever again.

He slowly drifted back to sleep, alternating between consciousness and unconsciousness as he tried to prolong this moment.

Flicking his tongue in an attempt to lick his dry lips, he half awakened and discovered that there was something soft in his mouth. Intuitively sucking, he felt a hand hitting his head lightly. 

A groggy voice quietly chided him,

"Stop it." 

Then the hand wrapped back around his head again, bringing him closer to the warm body.

Lance woke up instantly. His thoughts raging, he tried to make hands and tails about what was going on.