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She woke up earlier than him, or so she thought. She sat up in bed and let down her hair. She ran her hand through it and fluffed it out, trying to ease the ache that sleeping with a claw clip set into the back of her head. It was a bad idea, but she couldn’t find a scrunchie the night before and she just wanted to sleep.
Lying next to her was heaven for Jigen, and watching her flip her hair around was like watching the cherubs dance. He snaked his hand up her back, his fingers crawling up her spine made her jump. As his hand settled into her hair, scratching and rubbing the back of her head with his fingertips, she relaxed into his touch. She looked down at him, their eyes meeting, and he raised his eyebrows pitifully.
“Bad sleep?” He mused, his voice low and thick. Oh, how she loved the way his voice sounded after sleep.
“Yeah,” she confessed. She reached down to gently brush some of his hair off of his forehead and gazed down into his pretty dark eyes. They were always hidden beneath his hat, save the little glances he would send her to let her know that he was still under there, so she lived for moments like these where she could look into them completely unobscured.
“Aww… pretty baby, come here.” He cooed as he opened his arms to her, she gratefully crawled in and he pulled her close. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered as he kissed her head. He smoothed out her hair, guiding it to fall down her back and pool onto the sheets beneath them. “You’re beautiful and you’re all mine, baby.”
It was a welcome reminder. He knew that from the way her hands firmly held onto his shoulders, from the way that her head was tucked into his neck, from the way he felt her lips turn into a smile against his skin, from the way her eyelashes fluttered against his jaw when her eyes crinkled the way they did when she blushed.
“Jigen…” her gentle, tired voice trailed off as if she needed him to encourage her to continue.
Jigen obliged. “My love, my darling… what is it?” He placed a kiss on the crown of her head, thumbing through her hair.
“Am I still yours when you’re gone?”
Her question felt like dagger to him. He let out a long, deep sigh and pulled her closer.
“Especially when I’m gone.”
He felt her lips turn into a small smile against the skin on his collar bone and her hands resting in the middle of his ribcage. “I miss you already.”
“I know, my love," he cooed, brushing her hair back behind her ear and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, “but you know I will always, always come back to you.” She giggles softly as his beard tickles her cheek, the tangible evidence of his words to her lingering on her skin and in the neurons that told her brain that he was right here, right besides her.
And he always, always did come back to her.