Don't Know How to Feel.

48. Splendid, Wonderful, Lovely Mornings

The sun faintly shined through the curtains, adding to the warmth and comfort Wilbur felt making him not want to get up even more. He simply hummed to himself, as if shrugging somebody away and burying his face deeper into the sheets as he held Quackity a bit tighter.

He could stay like this for a long time. He wanted to. Forget about the day and lay here with Quackity, sun shining on them through little beams where it could through the white curtains. Just the two of them, arms wrapped around each other with Wilbur's chin resting on Quackity's shoulder.

It's so warm and wonderful and Wilbur just wanted to stay here a while- a long while past the times he'd normally wake up.

He pulled Quackity closer, snuggling his head deeper into the sheets in an attempt to block out the sun as he refocused on Quackity's slow and steady breathing. 'Prime, I could stay like this forever.'

Quackity stirred awake after a couple more minutes of peaceful silence, quietly yawning with his forehead still pressed against Wilbur's shoulders. "Wilbur," he called his name slowly, voice thick with sleep and Wilbur only responded with a hum.

"Just checking if you're awake," Quackity mumbled, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. Wilbur leaned back a bit, curiously looking at Quackity.

"Now that we're both awake, do we have to get up?" Wilbur asked, starting to push himself up and Quackity didn't stop himself from looking over Wilbur's torso, then he snapped out of it, realising what Wilbur had said, and pulled his arm down before hanging his own around Wilbur's neck. Wilbur couldn't stop the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, not when Quackity was pulling him closer with such soft touches.

"Forget about that," Quackity said, almost sounding like he would be upset if Wilbur even tried moving again. "This is much better."

Wilbur nodded, leaning back into Quackity as his breath ghosted over the other's face and pressed a hand gently against Quackity's chest. "Whatever you say, love."

Quackity was once again reminded of just how much he liked Wilbur's nicknames for him as his face heated up a bit. He had been called them a bunch of times but the effect never seemed to fade. So he couldn't help but tilt his head down and place a soft kiss on Wilbur's forehead, who instantly leaned up to try and receive more. And Quackity let him, giving a singular and gentle kiss to the lips that Wilbur sighed into before they both get comfortable and fall back to sleep.

And the second time Wilbur was awoken, the sun was brightness was much more intense and the time on his clock was practically begging him to get out of bed. With hesitation and a groan, he complied, slipping out of Quackity's hold and making his way to the bathroom.

After a hot shower and slipping into some decently matching clothes, Wilbur sat down on the bed, brushing his slightly dampened hair. It was nice and quiet in his mind, for once, here with Quackity and just only beginning to think of how today was going to go. No more angsting over his feelings, or trying to shove them away. Now he could express them just as much as he wanted to- which felt breathtaking in itself. Being able to hold Quackity as much as they both pleased, to sit there and just mumble random things to each other, to kiss him, to hold his hand. Wilbur could do all of it. And he couldn't see himself ever getting bored of it either.

He set his brush on the nightstand with a sigh, turning around to see Quackity still asleep. So he placed his hands on Quackity's bare shoulders, shaking them slightly as he said the man's name with a tender tone that Quackity only shifted away to.

"Quackity." he tried again, trying to sound a bit more stern but clearly failing as Quackity didn't reply. 'Fine then.'

"Quackity wake up or I'll burn all your beanies. Then I'll sprinkle the ashes in your eye-"