He woke up pressed into the woman of his dreams, which was still something he was adjusting to. Her wavy hair was piled on her head as she snored softly. She was using his left arm as a pillow, and his right arm was loosely wrapped around her and intertwined with her hand. Her breathing indicated a deep, peaceful sleep.
He tried shifting to relieve some of the pressure on his hips, but she wasn't sleeping as hard as he had guessed. Her eyes blinked open, squinting from tiredness and also the shaft of sunlight that streamed in from the window and blinded her a bit. "Sorry, Joyce. I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered. She shrugged, then flipped over, now facing him. Their hands had broken apart, but other than that they were in the same position.
She sighed contentedly. "Can't we just stay like this all day?" Her brown eyes peered up at him, questioning.
He chuckled. "I guess we could. I mean, we've earned a day off, right?" She nodded into his side and shifted, snuggling in closer and wrapping him in a half hug.
They both sighed, happy to have some time together to relax and really enjoy.
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Jopper Oneshots
FanfictionLittle oneshots I write for fun angst and fluff Short, mostly Feel free to give constructive criticism and leave requests for anything other than smut. swear warning
