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The duvet is soft and warm around him. There's a hand resting gently between his thighs.
He's at a strange angle - he usually is - but even still, his husband's strong arms manage to wrap their way around his shoulders. Oscar pulls the Brit in closer, tucking soft curls beneath his chin as he lets Lando's head rest just above his heart.
The quiet beating lulls the elder back to that dozy place you find yourself after just waking up. He'll never get used to it - opening his eyes to the warmth of the man he loves.
He didn't think he could have this, but along came Oscar - with no real plan other than to turn Lando's life inside out in the best way possible.
Lando knows life is messy and complicated.
Obviously.
He'd once heard it described as a tapestry that we only get to see from behind - all tangled strings and tight knots. But here, waking up in the serene morning sun beams that cast over their bedding. Here - with that safe embrace hugging him to the Aussie's chest - he sees the other side.
The bright, myriad of colours weaving past each other to build the most beautiful image he's ever seen.
With a kiss to his curls and a smile dancing over his lips, Lando drifts deeper into the floaty nothing of sleep. Safe and warm.
Serene in the morning light.