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Sunlight filters through the half-closed curtains, a couple beams of light draping themselves across the bedsheets. You shuffle slightly in place as you slowly wake up.
Waking up isn’t a bleary eyed fight like it usually is; you imagine it’s because you have nowhere to be. You gently open your eyes feeling well rested and peaceful. You’re greeted by the reds and greys of your boyfriend’s room. Speaking of him, he’s still fast asleep next to you.
One of his arms rests on the pillows above you both, and the other loosely holds your waist. Ronin’s breathing is deep and slow; you’re not surprised. He’s never been an early bird. You take the time to admire him.
His features are heavenly looking. You could mistake him for an angel if you didn’t know about all the rot festering inside him. His lips are slightly chapped, but they still look soft. His cheeks are tinted pink, his eyelashes fluttered closed. Burgundy hair sticks up in odd directions. You snort to yourself; two tufts mimic horns on his head. Fitting.
Brushing a strand out of his eyes, you sigh softly. You lean closer to him, your lips grazing his temple before pulling away. He still looks fast asleep. Huffing out a laugh, you peck his cheek. Ronin’s breath hitches a moment; you freeze in place, watching his expression. His eyes remain closed, his breathing still steady. A gentle smile graces your face before you continue peppering him with kisses.
Your lips barely touch his forehead, before moving down to his temple again. A press to his cheek. A light brush against his nose.
You pull away, butterflies swarming your stomach. An airy giggle escapes your lungs as you continue to admire the devil in front of you. Ronin’s almost cute like this; it’s a nice change from the chaos he usually—
“Having fun, sweetheart?”
You yelp at his voice, low and raspy from sleep. He cracks open an eye, lazily smirking at you. Your gaze hardens in realization.
“Ronin.”
“Yes, darlin’?”
“How long have you been awake for?”
His smirk widens. You smack his arm.
“Oo, didn’t know we were doing that this early,” he grins. “Do it harder.”
With a groan, you bury your face into his chest. “I miss when you were asleep.”
He pulls you closer to him and runs a hand through your hair. “Why? Gonna kiss me some more?” Ronin cackles. He tilts your head up to meet his gaze. “Wanna know a secret?”
Rolling your eyes, you nod. He drags you even closer. “You’re adorable when you kiss me like that,” Ronin says. “So eager .”
“Shut up…” you grumble. Your face feels hot.
“Never said I didn’t like it, darling.” With a hum, he presses a kiss to your temple.
Sighing, you cuddle closer to him. “You’re so obnoxious.” Your lips graze his collarbone.
“Using big writer words this early?” Ronin stares at you for a moment, questions clearly running through his mind. He seems to come to an answer on his own. Softly, he pecks you on the lips; before you can reciprocate, he pulls away.
You open and close your mouth, at a loss for words and blushing heavily. His chuckle morphs into a yawn. He rolls over with you, changing positions so you lay on top of him. “C’mon, it’s too early for this. Let’s go back to sleep.”
With a huff, and a few more kisses, you fall back asleep in his arms.