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It starts like any other; the sunlight streaming in, a warm breath fanning across your collarbone. The room is silent, you can almost hear your heartbeat, can almost hear hers, the soft thumping that beats in rhythm with yours.
It starts like any other; soft eyelashes tickling your throat, small shivers as she stretches. Her eyes are glassy still, filled with sleep and dreams, you wonder what she dreamt about- you hope it was about you.
It's perfect, you think - almost, Mortis chimes in. You let go then, and Mortis takes over.
The television has a golden glow, just slightly, different from the blue it used to have. Mortis raises her hands and cups Nyamu's face, gentle and caring. Mornings are always gentle, always soft - the days are full of passion and excitement, of acting; the mornings are not, they are small unmasked moments, those only you three enjoy.
Nyamu makes a small noise, something between a hum and a moan in content. Mortis laughs quietly and you find yourself fall in love even more. Your heart thumps loud, you're half sure Mortis can hear it.
It starts like any other; Mortis presses her lips to Nyamu's forehead, you can feel the warmth just from that. She moves to Nyamu's nose and you savour the small giggle she lets out, the one Mortis lets out in sync with her.
Mortis moves her hands to Nyamu's jaw, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to her cheek, then to the other. Nyamu's cheeks are reddened, from the warmth or the affection, you will never know - you hope it's the latter, however.
Like every other; Mortis leaves her cheek to press one last kiss to Nyamu's mouth- something short, something sweet.
"Good morning, Mortis, Muuko", Nyamu says, with a smile that could almost blind you - she and Mortis share that quality, you think.
"Good morning", Mortis replies, for the two of you. Her grip on Nyamu's jaw loosens and goes back to cupping her cheeks, placing another kiss on Nyamu's nose.
It starts like any other; the sunlight invading the bedroom, the warmth of another against you, the warmth of them entirely. I love you, you think, and you know they can both feel it, present or not.