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The melodic chirping of the morning birds’ song was the first thing you noted as you slowly drifted into consciousness. The next was the bright light of the morning sun, shining even through your closed eyelids. With a bit of a grumble, you roll to your other side, drawing the blankets up and around your shoulders as you snuggle in closer.
When you do open your eyes, one of the most beautiful sights that you’re not sure you’ll ever get used to awaits you. Copia always looks so peaceful while asleep, no longer plagued with the dozens of responsibilities he faces every day. The usual worry lines of his face are relaxed, beautiful freckles dotting his face and chest highlighted by the morning sunshine peaking through the blinds, his greying hair spread out on his pillow underneath him like a halo, his chest- covered in the utterly delicious dark hair that you loved- rose and fell gently with each breath, the occasional snore escaping his lips. It was peaceful. Domestic.
There’s no use fighting the fond smile threatening to spread over your lips as you watch him. You wiggle yourself a little closer, slipping a hand under the blanket to grab onto Copia’s plush hip, only after giving a loving caress across his softening belly. The contact pulls a soft hum from your lover, and you can feel him stirring awake beneath your touch as his breathing slowly becomes more consistent.
In no hurry to see him rise from his peaceful state, you allow him to wake up on his own time, continuing the gentle back and forth path of your thumb tracing along his hip as he eased back into the land of the living.
“Buongiorno, amore mío,” a heavily accented- as he always was in the morning- sleep-gruff voice muses.
Your smile only grows as you lean in, pressing your forehead to Copia’s before rubbing your nose against his in an affectionate gesture that pulls a little giggle from the man.
“Morning, my love,” you hum back before pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss.
When you pull away, you’re greeted with the sight of his piercing heterochromatic eyes fluttering open, eyes full of adoration as Copia raises a hand to rest along your jaw, and he pulls you back in for another lazy kiss. You gasp gently against his lips, grip on his hip tightening while your other winds its way into his hair.
The way his lips move against yours is delicate, almost as if afraid he may break you if he were to be too rough. The thought almost makes you laugh, especially remembering how you’d been handled the night before- the evidence of such still littered across your chest, neck and thighs.
The tiniest of whines escapes Copia when you pull away from his kiss, and he attempts to chase after your lips in search of another kiss. The gesture makes you giggle, trailing the hand on his hip to press against his chest- fingers toying with the wiry hair- while you hook a leg over his waist.
“Can we… Just stay here? Like this? You’ve just been so busy, and I’ve missed you.”
How was Copia to deny you when you asked so sweetly?
“Of course, amore. I would love nothing more,” he’s mumbling before leaning in to capture your lips with his again.