old fashioned || karl jacobs x reader

17: monsoon

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I was warm, but not the type of warm that made me sweat and want to take off all my clothes. It was comforting. His arm was still wrapped around me, loosely holding onto my waist as my back was against him. Rosewater and heaven surrounded me all at once that morning. The light of old dawn broke through his white curtains and played over our bodies. We were illuminated under the impression of the sun.

The sweetness from the air kept my eyelids shut, not wanting to truly accept the fact that I was awake. It was late morning now, surely. I hadn't slept that deeply in so long, perhaps since I lacked something to hold me there in bed, physically and mentally.

I felt him shift behind me, digging his nose into my shoulder and letting out a heavy breath. Both of us were awake, but who would be the first to admit it? I wouldn't want to ruin it but, at some point, we did have to wake up. Sadly.

I let my eyes open as the honey slowly stripped back. I faced the window, seeing the sun high in the air with tranquil clouds dancing around it. I was intoxicated from the override of beautiful scents, but I had come to enjoy the cloudy feeling in my nose and the warm grasp on my head it gave me. This drug was bliss, something I had searched after for so long, yet I found it so easily in his bed with his arm around me and his lungs taking in my vanishing scent.

"Are you awake?" I whispered, unmoving.

I felt his head nod against my body. "Mhm," he hummed. His arm around my waist tightened a little to serve as another, easier to hear response.

Surely, he could feel my stomach rumbling against his arm for the past few minutes. He didn't want to mention it, though, probably because he didn't want to move. I didn't want to move either but, at some point, we had to get up and start our Sunday morning.

"Karl?" I moved a hand on top of his. I could feel the ridges of his knuckles and every delicate bump of his bony fingers.

"Mm?"

"I'm hungry."

"I know."

"Would you like to get breakfast?" I suggested, fingers rubbing soothingly across his knuckles.

Quietly, as if finally defeated, he hummed back, "mhm."

He carefully drew himself from my body, leaving cold spots from where he laid and his arm rested. I turned over onto my back and looked at him, watching as he sat up and stretched his arms with soft grunts. The usually thick, fluffy mess of hair I was used to was somehow even more of a mess, but this untidiness was oddly enchanting. Brunet waves went in every direction and various strands got caught in the sunlight making them golden. Squinted eyes through his stretches and the sun in his face looked down at me, a smile growing on Karl's lips as he caught me staring.

As if the notion completely took over his mind, he leaned down, hand brushing against my cheek, but paused a few inches away from my face. He thought for a moment, his cool breath brushing against my lips while weighing his options.

"Is this okay?" His voice was hushed knowing he didn't have to speak loud for me to hear him.

Honestly, anything at that moment was okay. I was perfectly happy where I was and didn't mind any innocent advances or curious suggestions. After the previous night, this was almost expected, a kiss good morning.