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“You know I’m not a pillow right?”
It’s the first thing she hears as the tendrils of consciousness start slipping into her mind. She slowly blinks her eyes open, cursing the glare of light that comes from the window and momentarily blinds her.
When her eyes finally adjust to the brightness, the sight that greets her makes her inside melt and her heart speed up.
Riven’s smile.
It’s breathtaking. And renders her motionless for many seconds.
Riven. Smiling. Looking at her. The very first thing she sees as she wakes up.
She could get used to that
It was the first time any of them slept over in the other’s room and Musa is struck by how right this feels. How perfectly good it all feels.
“Huh?” Her brain is still a little foggy and she knows he asked her something but she’s unable to remember what.
“I asked, are you aware I’m not a pillow?” At that she follows his eyes to see what he meant and realizes that she is practically on top of him, with their legs intertwined, her arm thrown across his naked chest, caging him near her, and her head safely nested on the crook of his shoulder.
Yup, she was definitely using him as a pillow.
She’s still too tired to formulate an answer so she just angrily pouts at Riven as if asking him whether he was complaining. His body definitely didn’t seem to be, considering how relaxed it was.
“I see that when you told me you’re not a morning person you weren’t lying” Since she’s still practically draped all over his chest, she can feel his little laughter reverberate through her body.
“Not my fault you like waking up alongside the sun” She’s not entirely sure if her phrase came out understandable because she buried her face into his chest and is currently trying to get impossibly closer to him. Musa guesses he must have heard her when she feels a kiss being dropped at the top of her head.
“Will I be allowed to move any time soon?” Despite his words, Riven doesn’t even try to move a muscle from his spot caged underneath her.
“It’s Sunday”
“So?”
“So, it means that you’re my prisoner and shall remain in bed with me all day” At her words she feels a wave of happiness and content emanate from him. Riven is quick to adjust them better on the tiny bed, so they're still inhumanly close, and, covering the both of them with the duvet, he cocoons them from the outside world.
It’s a little darker under the covers but she can still see the smile on his face as he turns to look at her.
“You know what? I might just enjoy being your little prisoner.”
Musa had a feeling that lazy Sundays were going to become her favorite thing in the world.