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When you woke this morning, it was to the gentle thrum of rain against your window and the warmth of Malleus’s head carefully nestled in the crook of your neck. His arms were wrapped around you securely, just as they had been last night when the two of you had fallen asleep talking about the ruins he’d taken you to on a date. His face was peaceful in sleep, unmarred by any worry. With his hair mussed from being pressed against you, you could see a hint of the crest marks upon his forehead.
“Mal,” you called softly.
He hums in response, which could vaguely be called an acknowledgment.
“Let’s get up. It’s breakfast time,” you nudge, but he grumbles, the half-hearted growl muffled by him cuddling closer to you.
“I’ll make you coffee,” you bribe, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of his face.
He lazily opens one eye to look up at you, considering for a long moment your offer. Then he shifts up on one arm, as if to get up, before he smiles mischievously and pulls you close to pepper your face with feather light, fleeting kisses.
“C’mon, Malleus, I’m hungry!” you manage to say in between giggles, making no effort to fend off the kisses he leaves on your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids, the tip of your nose.
“Morning kisses are always a must before breakfast,” he reminds you, leaving another decisive kiss upon your forehead before making no further effort to move, smile utterly besotted as he looks down at you. Sighing out a fond laugh, you cup his face and leisurely sit up to pepper his face with your own butterfly kisses, smiling contentedly the whole while.