A night in Paris

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The only sounds to be heard were light rain against the window's of Tendou's small apartment, along with faint classical music playing downstairs. And the last sound that was heard was Ushijima's soft, slow breathing. The couple laid on their shared bed in the loft, staring up through the skylight with small smiles plastered across their faces. Ushijima had a hand in his fiancé's hair, playing with it slowly as he slid his fingers through Tendou's short, red locks. Tendou on the other hand had nuzzled his cheek into Ushijima's chest, cooing softly as he played with the hem of the olive haired males shirt. The room was delicate and decorated nicely, with warm yellow lighting and a few succulents here and there. The scent was a mix of honey and lemon with a hint of chocolate from all of Tendou's creations. Though he had let his hair grow out for a bit because he knew his lover liked to play with it. They relaxed in the peaceful silence, finding it comforting as Ushijima's eyes began to droop. He blinked a few times and opened them back up before they lowered again. He finally submitted to sleep and let his eyes close this time, his smile slowly fading into a sleepy face as he drifted off completely. Tendou was experiencing the same problem of staying awake but he happily invited sleep to himself, dozing off with a dopey smile across his lips.

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