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The curtains are drawn tight. Despite this the afternoon light still manages to push its way through, however muffled by old fabric. She lays on her side facing the source of the blurry glow, eyes fluttering under the weight of newly-achieved consciousness after having slept through lunch.
She feels a little bad for not having already done more with such a pretty day. But not too bad, because something even prettier is resting against her.
His chest presses up against her back; his arm slings over her abdomen, fingers grazing the warm skin of her stomach, touch familiar and homely. His legs tangle with hers, and she debates moving to a more comfortable position but decides against it for his sake and the sake of his still-intanct sleep. Or so she thought.
"Hey honey." She hears the soft sound of his newly awakened voice form the pet name and shape it into existence, feels the lashes flutter against her neck and the foreign curls shift over her shoulders.
"I thought you were asleep?"
"I felt your breathing change. I guess my body didn't want you to be alone."
How come everything he says is painfully romantic?
She has no time to voice this before he sighs contentedly with a "anyways… g'morning."
She giggles, giddy though this has been their normal for so long. "It's hardly morning anymore, love."
"Really? And here I was thinking we'd be productive today."
"On a Saturday? You're still dreaming." A breathy laugh escapes her, turning her head to gaze at him.
And what she's greeted with really is prettier and brighter than the most vibrant of an afternoon sun.
Lashes flutter over attentive irises. His eyes are already trained on her, as if having predicted her movements, the gaze intense enough to melt her into putty in his arms with it's pure devotion. His hair is unruly, tussled and tangled and everywhere, but somehow he's still the prettiest he's ever been, strands resting at weird angles yet framing his features perfectly.
And his lips. Parted slightly in the remainder of their speech, slightly dry from the night but full enough and shaped enough to warrant a kiss moreso than anyone else.
And the kiss. It steals her breath and locks it away like every one of his always does.
He's beautiful.