The Morning After
By: Jodie
Word count:383
Warnings: no smut, just implications of it, some kissing but generally just fluff
Note: The idea of Mal hating everything comes from the fact that he looks ready to kill in almost every photo ^-^'
He looked peaceful when he slept.
His hair was strewn across the pillow and his arm as resting on his forehead, lips parted slightly. The worry and stress generally present on his face were gone and he looked... happy. He wasn't exactly smiling but it wasn't a frown, either.
He tried hiding it. He pretended nothing was wrong, that he wasn't stressed out about anything. I knew that was bullshit and he knew it too, but now... it was all gone. He looked careless and I wished I could make him look like that everyday.
The sharp, morning sun was shining through the window and onto his face. I smiled when he moved his arm onto his eyes, groaning. He eventually opened them and stared at the wall before he noticed me sitting up. Turning his gaze onto me, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Bonnie." I watched him sit up, stretching. His morning voice is amazing.
"Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?" Ang nodded and rubbed his face.
"Yeah, did you?"
"Yeah." We sat in silence, just gazing at each other. We both vividly remembered the night before, though I couldn't tell what he thought of it. It was the best thing I've ever done but did he feel that way too?
"Stop worrying, I don't regret anything." He murmured, leaning over to kiss me. I grinned.
"Good." I paused for a moment, "What are we?"
"What do you want to be?"
"More than friends."
"Then that's what we are. Now shut up and kiss me." Ang commanded and I gladly obeyed. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and I tangled my fingers in his messy hair, pulling him onto my lap. He moaned into my mouth and I thought I would cry. He suddenly pulled away and I pouted.
"Why'd you stop?"
"Sh. Listen." I did and I heard Malcolm angrily stomping around his room. "Wanna piss him off even more?"
"You don't even have to ask." I smirked and leaned in again, our lips meeting once more.
