Sleepy Lich

>Be Anon.
>Wake up early in the morning, dark bags under your eyes.
>Just like any other morning.
>Try to get up.
>Fail.
>Try to rationalize your problem with your sleep-addled mind.
>Are you too fat?
>Poke stomach.
>Nope, Chub at best.
>Are you an amputee?
>Move extremities.
>Nope.
>Look at sheets.
>There's a bulge over your chest area. There's a wet patch on the front of it too.
>Did you alp?
>No, you're not a faggot.
>Pull up covers with your muscular right arm, obtained from days of training.
>See a pale girl sleeping on your chest, a small puddle of drool under her head.
>Be confused.
>Wake up a little bit more, remembering what is going on.
>Oh right, you're married. To a Lich.
>Well, you're more like a lab rat to her or rather, an experiment.
>But you and anyone who has a bit of common sense know what that means.
>Look at left arm.
>Feels tingly, you should probably move it a little bit.
>Tickle the belly of the lich, trying to get her to move.
>Her eyes open up groggily, look at you and close back up.
>You can hear a soft sigh as her lips change from a sleepy smile to an unemotional line.
>You smirk as she tries to put up enough strength into her arms to get off of you but fails oh so quickly.
>Finally getting back some feeling in your limbs, you sit up, softly placing her heavy head into your lap, stroking her hair on the way down.
>You continue stroking her hair until you can once again hear a soft, unnecessary yet steady breath coming from her.
>That should give you enough time to get everything ready.
>Taking her into your arms, you bring her to the laboratory(living room) and set her down on a padded chair.
>You wobble to the alchemical table, prepare the brew of rebirth(a cup of coffee) and wait, checking to see if she showed any signs of waking from her slumber.
>Just like a sleeping beauty, she didn't move a muscle. As you stared at the mesmerizing sight of a small, pale chest rising up ever so slightly, her shapely bottom leaving a dent on the chair and her full, pouty lips curling up in a satisfied smile.
>Unaware of the passing of time, you are brought back to reality by the hissing of the cauldron(coffee kettle) next to you.
>You grab two flask(cups) from the adjacent table and fill 'em up to the brim with the murky substance.
>You pour just a drop of Holst milk into hers and bring them over.
>You grab her by the chin and lift her head up, carefully putting the concoction under her lips.
>As the dark liquid fills her mouth, her hand reaches up, trying to hold yours.
>A few moments later, all of the sleepiness is gone and she is back to her old, cold self.
>Turning around, you take a sip and head towards the bedroom, ready to change and begin your day.
>Or not.
>As you turn around, you can feel a pair of arms embracing you from behind and roaming all over your chest.
>Smiling, you hear a soft, slow voice whispering in your ear.
"Stay... and warm me up... the coffee's... not as good as... you."
>You reach behind you and grab her by the waist, pulling her into your chest.
>With the frozen visage of your lover in front of you, you can't help it, and steal a chaste kiss from her cold lips.
>The mourning routine can wait a little bit.