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Jolted awake from a dream he suddenly couldn’t remember, Ludwig’s eyes cracked open, his eyes crusty and still slowly adjusting to his dark room. He yawned and rolled his neck around in his pillow, before turning his head to peer at his digital clock on the nightstand.
Quickly rubbing and blinking the sleep out of his eyes, as the harsh red glare of the clock blinded him temporarily, he managed to see that his clock read 4:26 AM.
Perfect. He had just enough time to take a quick shower, shave any stubble, gel his hair, change into his formal attire, make himself a healthy and filling smoothie and beat the morning traffic to get to his office in downtown Berlin by 6:00 sharp. Ludwig let out a quiet grunt and began bracing his elbows against the mattress to sit up.
Suddenly, he paused and tensed, his immaculate fight-or-flight instinct flaring when he felt something tighten around his torso, and when he turned his head he finally noticed the familiar warm and blanketed body pressed up against his. Ludwig immediately untensed and exhaled deeply through his nose, his gaze softening in the darkness of the room as he stared down at his boyfriend.
Cuddled up next to him, Feliciano was still dead asleep, and Ludwig was confident that the Italian could sleep through a whole car crashing through the townhouse. Meanwhile, the blanketed brunet exhaled softly and tightened his grasp on the larger man subconsciously and snuggled even closer to him. Ludwig genuinely didn’t have the heart to slip out of the subconscious and trusting embrace of his boyfriend, but he internally grimaced at the thought of being late to work, and staining his perfect attendance.
In the end, he was pretty sure he could come up with an excuse to his boss as to why he arrived to work a little later than usual. He thought back to what Feliciano often told him, and how ‘a little break never hurt anyone in the long run.’ URGH, he could practically hear Feliciano say it to him for the umpteenth time, usually in the morning while begging him to stay home with him for once. However this time Ludwig was actually contemplating the Italian’s philosophy.
Finally, after mentally committing to scrapping his schedule and sleep in for a change, Ludwig slowly slumped back into his bed and turned gently to face his sleeping boyfriend. Immediately Ludwig scrunched his nose the second he laid on the pillow and registered that it was coated in semi-dried drool from Feliciano’s messy slumber. Ignoring the fact that his cheek was a little wet and also the urge to wipe said cheek.. Ludwig un-scrunched his nose and distracted himself by shyly watching his sleeping partner in the dark, part of his face illuminated by a sliver in the blinds from the lamppost outside. Ludwig blinked.
“..Scheiße.”
Ludwig voiced quietly, as internally, his heart was skipping several beats and his face was reflexively warming as he observed how Feliciano’s cheek twitched microscopically and his chest rose and fell slowly. It was so unfair, how adorable the brunet was sometimes— actually, all the time.
Ludwig also fought the urge to fix Feliciano’s unruly curls, specifically the ones on his forehead that were slightly matted and stuck to his face from the sweat accumulated as a result of being covered by the thick blankets Ludwig owned to battle the harsh German winters. These were the ordinary, little things that he noticed about Feliciano and it never failed to make Ludwig’s heart flutter when he looked at his perfect, gorgeous man.
After staring for what felt like hours and memorizing the peaceful and defenseless face of the man he lived and breathed for, Ludwig finally caved and shifted to wrap his arms carefully around Feliciano and the smaller man subconsciously sagged into the embrace. Ludwig’s stomach flipped as he felt Feliciano’s warm breath fan out on his collar, and he lovingly pecked the top of his head. Eventually Ludwig closed his eyes and let out a quiet hum of satisfaction. Huh, perhaps a little break never hurt anyone in the long run after all.