𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 | g. w

50. we definitely shouldn't have done that

Well, that is certainly not how I planned for things to go...

Though, I can't not smile at the idea that it did happen.

Turning my face towards the sunlight sneaking in through the bedroom window, I relish in the feeling of waking up in the arms of the person I love most in this world.

I trace my fingers along his arm, drawing constellations across his skin. It is soft, though not at all unreal, and the simple act of being able to touch him like this makes me giddy. I smile to myself as I watch him sleep.

He looks absolutely beautiful. So peaceful in the way his chest expands and contracts with each breath, in the way he's letting out the smallest of sounds as he exhales. The fluttering of his eyelashes as he's dreaming, of something not entirely unpleasant, I hope.

If I could, I'd sit and watch him like this for the rest of my life.

"You know, some people would say that it's rude to stare at someone while they're sleeping."

My lips widen into a smirk that's almost too big to fit my face, and I can't help but think that I must look like a crazy person. Though I find I don't really care.

Because I'm happy. Truly.

I giggle when he presses his face into the crook of my neck, sending several shivers down my spine. It tickles, and yet my instincts tells me to go with it. He presses the tiniest kiss on my neck and shoulder, his eyes still closed and with an unmistakable grin on his face. His eyes only open to sneak a quick glance at me, before he shuts them again.

I take notice of the fact that he's still half asleep, meaning we probably have at least a good few moments until we ultimately have to face the day, and reality waiting outside these bedroom walls.

Straddling George, still with his eyes closed, I place a good morning-kiss against his lips, not the least bit insecure about the possibility of morning breath.

"I like watching you sleep", I whisper, planting little kisses against any surface of skin accessible to me. I feel him growing stiff between my thighs, and it only adds to the excitement I'm already knee deep in.

The simply thought that I'm the one doing this to him.

Coaxing that type of reaction from putting my hands on him.

"You look so handsome like that."

He snorts, his smile growing wider. "What? Unconscious?"

"No, you dimwit!" I hit his chest, though not able to help myself from smiling. "You just look so serene. You're all relaxed and you make these tiny little grunting noises each time you take a breath. Also, you smile in your sleep too. Did you know that? It's absolutely adorable."

"Who are you calling adorable?" he retorts. "I am not adorable. A handsome young fellow's more like it, and you, my lady, are ravishing."

"You? Handsome?" I tease him, getting somewhat impatient with his lack of response to my touches when it's evident it's doing something to him.

He laughs, "Firstly—rude. And secondly, just accept the compliment, woman."

When he finally starts reciprocating my touches, I've reached a state where I'm almost passed out due to the all encompassing need to feel him all over and inside of me. Ever since I got to have a taste of him after such a long time of having to live of off the mere thought of him (and boy did that man cross my mind a lot during my time away), I've literally thought of nothing else.

The feel of his kisses burning into my skin.

His teeth grazing my ear lobe.

His mouth turned up in a smile so wide I can feel it against me.