physiotherapy | awsten knight

33: evidence of you and me

January 16th, 9 weeks after the incident

Awsten's alarm rang at 6 o'clock sharp that morning. He huffed into the throw pillow placed under his head and his grip around Cosima's waist immediately tightened.

Cosima peaked at the coffee table next to the sofa and reached for Awsten's phone to turn his alarm off.

She was still tired from the night before and therefore, didn't leave Awsten's side, silently wishing that he would just decide to not show up to work that day. Awsten himself still had his eyes closed and his face buried into the his pillow.

He was still topless, allowing Cosima to scan over his bare shoulders. He had a handful of freckles that dotted all over his back. He even a few small clusters of them on the insides of his arms. He had a few red spots on his throat from when Cosima had nipped on his skin the previous night, too.

A warm feeling spread out within Cosima's chest at the sight and she instinctively snuggled up closer to him.

With Awsten's left hand loosely around Cosima's waist and her nose buried in the crook of his neck, they stayed cuddled up for another 20 minutes. But Awsten's internal clock gradually reminded him that he had to get up eventually. When he stretched his arms out and let out a yawn, Cosima tightened her hold on him.

"Don't go, Aws.", she muttered, not thinking about how clingy she must've sounded.

Awsten, however, didn't care. His eyes fluttered open, his heart melting at the sight of the girl that he loved, who was wearing his t-shirt and nothing else, in his arms. He buried his face into her soft, but messy hair and scattered a few kisses on the crown of her head.

This made Cosima open her eyes and pull back just a little, so that she could see his face. Awsten held a blissful, yet tired smile as he leaned in for a kiss. With his lips still gracing hers, he mumbled out a "G'morning."

"Hi.", Cosima murmured, voice still laced thickly with sleep, as Awsten leant his forehead against hers.

"What time is it?", he asked tiredly and reached over her, out for his phone.

He showed her the display; it read 6:20AM.

"You did not really set your alarm to six in the morning.", Cosima chuckled, but simultaneously sent him a stern look.

Awsten cracked a smile as he put his phone back down, but continued to hover over the girl. "I did not just set it so early so that we could have sex.", he rolled his eyes cheekily, "I also need to go home before work to feed my little monster, Jet."

"Awsten.",  Cosima deadpanned jokingly, "I hate to break it to you, but my whole entire pelvis feels like it's on fire."

Awsten couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped him, as he plopped down onto one elbow, "That's totally fine. I swear, I was only being half-serious."

He got ahold of her hand then and curtly brought it up to his lips, so that he could kiss each of her knuckles, "We can use the won time to cuddle."

Cosima rolled over to her side then and smiled at him adoringly. She slid her arms around his neck to pull him back down and into a blissful kiss. Awsten nodded his head into it, sliding his lips against hers.