He smiled at her outburst. "I love you too. I love you and I'm not going to ever abandon you. I promise."
"Oh thank you. You don't know how much that means to me." She smiled kissing him lovingly.
"I'm sure I have at least a small inkling of what it might mean."
"Good." She laughed slightly. Relieved, he laughed with her.
"I'm glad you're smiling again. I love your smile."
"I love to smile."
"Well, it would be just a little bit strange if you enjoyed being miserable, to be honest."
"Hmm, You would have thought I would have got used to it though."
Lazarus only shrugged. "What else can I do to make you smile some more tonight?" She placed a finger on his lips to silence him before kissing him passionately and lovingly. He channelled as much of his warmth and care into the kiss as he could, doing his best to warm her chill skin. She hugged him close to her, a single tear falling from her eye as she grinned. "Oh, I love you. I love you." She repeated, savouring his touch, taking in everything about him.
"I know," he breathed, kissing her again, "I know. I love you too."
She kissed him firmly again. "I can't say it enough."
"You don't need to say it," he murmured.
"Oh, but I do." She replied kissing him again. He returned the kiss, smiling, feeling his own heart beating loudly inside his chest, as if it wanted to leap out and hand itself over to Melissa. His heart, after all, was hers. She smiled, placing her hand on his chest above his heart.
"The part of you that loves me most." She grinned softly. "It beats for both of us Lazarus. You keep me alive."
"Yeah. It feels really weird," he laughed a little, "I can feel my pulse all over my body. I've never felt so..." searching for the word, he smiled, "alive. I think that's the right word. Of course it could just be a palpitation." a bubble of laughter parted his lips as he hugged Melissa tightly.
She joined in his laughter and kissed him. "I wouldn't want to give you a heart attack!" She laughed, pulling back from him slightly.
"Palpitations aren't heart attacks, it's okay." he smiled and the feeling faded as he looked into her eyes.
"What's wrong?" She wondered, her head tilting slightly as she gazed into his eyes.
"Nothing. Just a bit sleepy." he murmured, glancing at the floor.
"Today, tonight... it has been long." She agreed.
"Yeah, it has. The floor doesn't look quite as comfy now as it did earlier," he sighed and rested his head on Melissa's shoulder again, his eyes closed.
"Open your eyes." She whispered softly.
"Mmm?" he asked, opening his eyes.
She stood up, transforming into a giant fluffy bear then curled into a ball on the floor. "How about now?" She asked him in his head. He laughed.
"Well I was thinking about transforming, but as long as you don't claw me while I'm sleep, this is a much less painful option." Looking around, he paused and then walked over to the bag where his clothes lay, half strewn out around it. "I'll just get changed." She nodded making her claws disappear in a puff of smoke.
"I won't." She seemed to grin, showing her fangs. Glancing over, he noticed her fangs and grinned.
"Try not to bite me, either. Well. You can, just don't wake me up."
"How can I bite you as a bear without waking you up?" She laughed, a massive yawn appearing on her giant muzzle.
"If anyone could manage it, it would be you," he said as he undressed, the jogging trousers ready at his feet. She opened her front two arms beckoning him forth with her inviting deep brown fur. Pulling on the jogging trousers as he shuffled over, and smiled down at her as he sunk to the floor, scooting over into her arms. "Now this is what I call a bear hug," he laughed as she wrapped her arms around him.
She laughed. "No claws either." She smiled, resting her muzzle on his head softly.
"Mmm." he closed his eyes, relaxing in her grip with his grin holding up the corners of his mouth.
"I love you, Angel." She mumbled breathing on him softly, hugging him closer to her.
"I love you too," he murmured tiredly.
"Warm enough?" She asked
"Yeah. Thank you," he said, though even his mental voice was beginning to wane. It had been far too long since he had had more than four hours' undisturbed sleep, and it was showing. "Sorry."
"It's fine, sleep." She grinned. "And sleep well." She breathed softly on him again. He started to say something, but unconsciousness pulled him back before the sentence could form.