*Slight NSFW warning
The early morning hours of the day hosted rays of sunshine that shone brightly through the window into your shared bedroom. Your curtains filtered the light, shading your faces from the harsh brightness. You rolled over to see (c/n) still asleep, fully unaware that you were awake.
As if on cue, (c/n)'s arm nestled tighter around your waist to subconsciously pull you closer to him. You welcomed this newfound warmth that completely enveloped your body, making you feel more loved by the second.
Being this close to (c/n) allowed you to admire his beauty, flaws and all. Every curve, freckle, and scar on his face was nothing but perfection to you. His slightly overgrown eyebrows made you giggle as you remembered the day he allowed you to pluck them.
"No (y/n), you're not touching my eyebrows!" (c/n) yelled as he tried to scuttle away from you.
You pouted and tilted your head in hopes that your pleading would work. "Please honey? I promise I'll make them look pretty!"
(C/n) sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. "And why would I want to look pretty?"
All that was left was silence as you contemplated what to say.
"Can you please let me do it? Just for me?"
(C/n) eyed you for a moment, clearly going through an internal struggle of whether he should let his girlfriend actually touch his eyebrows.
You slowly walked up to him, rubbing your hand up and down his torso as you moved it down lower and lower.
Your hand reached down to his crotch to grasp and fondle him in slow strokes. "I'll do that thing that you like."
Heat quickly flowed up to (c/n)'s cheeks as your actions only made him more aroused. He gripped your wrist to stop you in order to keep himself under control.
"Fine, but you tell no one."
That day was one of the best days you ever had, emotionally and sexually.
You grinned as you reached up to brush some hair out of (c/n)'s face. His eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly, signaling that he was bound to wake up if you continued.
You couldn't help yourself as you tugged through his strands once more, raking your fingers across his scalp to massage him.
(C/n) groaned, rolling over slightly before tugging his arm away from you in order to stretch his tight muscles. He settled back down, placing his arm on your hip before opening his eyes.
"Good morning honey."
"Good morning to you too sleepyhead."
(C/n) looked around, almost upset at your little nickname. "What time is it?"
"Don't know, probably half-past eight, but I haven't gotten to check yet."
Your answer seemed to satisfy (c/n) as he replied with a little "hm." His hand started to draw slow circles on your hip, bringing warmth to your bones chilled by the early morning.
"Do you know what my favorite thing about waking up early is?"
You leaned in to kiss him on the nose. "What's that honey?"
(C/n) shut his eyes and smiled. "I get to spend it all with you."
You leaned into (c/n)'s embrace, allowing him to hold you completely in his grasp. Your legs tangled with his beneath the bedsheets, creating a pool of warmth to flood your senses.
You lied there, holding each other for what seemed like hours, fully okay with today being a day of rest and revival.
When you woke up again, you found (c/n) to be asleep again. You rolled over to look at the clock and winced. While you both wanted to spend the day in bed, you knew it wasn't plausible.
You quietly removed yourself from (c/n)'s grasp and sat up, silently exhaling when you successfully got away without waking him up.
You sat there for a few seconds, mentally preparing yourself for the day before you decided to get dressed. You didn't get too far however, when you felt a hand grab at your waist.
"Noooo, not yet," (c/n) whined.
You turned around and stared at him incredulously. "As much as I'd love to stay in bed all day with you, we really need to get up and accomplish something today."
(C/n) grumbled in response, clearly not happy with what you told him.
You shifted your weight on the bed before turning around and leaning down to whisper in his ear. You tucked a few strands of hair behind his ears and away from his eyes.
"If you get up I'll get in the shower with you...."
(C/n)'s eyes bulged at the thought before he quickly inhaled and sat up.
"Alright, (y/n) we better get up. We have a big day ahead of us."
You watched as (c/n) quickly scrambled around to find an appropriate outfit for the day before he practically ran into the bathroom to start the shower.
You giggled when you heard the water start to run. You would always have him wrapped around your little finger. Always.
