Silence. Pure, dead silence. Not a trace of light either. Just the darkness swallowing the room around me.
I just opened my eyes, barely, and I'm so disoriented. I have no idea what time it is. It could be 9 am, 4pm or 2 am, and I'd have no idea. But it doesn't matter what time it is when I'm in his arms.
His deep, steady breaths are grazing my skin with each exhale. His face is buried in the back of my neck. His arm is straddled over my waist, holding me close. His leg is slightly nudged in between mine, just so his body lays perfectly against mine. The steady beating of his heart is like a song to me. I could stay like this for the rest of my life, and I wouldn't regret a second.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, memorising the outlines of the room were in, while my fingers traced already memorised lines of his forearm.
I know every little bump and curve of his arm. I know exactly where his veins protrude through the skin. I know each and every tiny scar invisible to the eye. And I love each and every little detail of his body.
I closed my eyes again, bathing in his scent, his warmth. A smile I didn't even try to hide warmed my face at the thought of my husband holding me. Keeping me safe. Nothing can hurt me when I'm in his arms.
I was hoping to drift back to sleep, but his heart switched the rhythm, moving from slow and steady to a hard slam against my back.
He's awake.
'Mmm... I love you.'
First thing he says. He didn't even open his eyes. His voice is a dark husk, barely even there. But that's the first thing he says. A small kiss decorated my shoulder before he nuzzled into my neck again, squeezing himself against me gently.
'I love you.' I murmured back, and felt him freeze for a second
'You're awake.'
'Mhm.' I nod gently. 'Good morning, baby.'
'Good morning, my one and only.'
God damn that morning voice and the damn rumble that crashes through my body at the sound of it. As if he needed more weapons in his arsenal.
'I think there are better ways to wish me a good morning.' I whisper, just gently pushing my ass against him
'There sure are.' He whispered back at me, and I felt him moving about
He pulled himself a little higher and moved my hair away from my neck, letting his lips make a slow trail from my shoulder up to my ear. Each press of his lips elicited a small gasp and a storm of heartbeats in my chest.
In the darkness I didn't have to see him. I could just feel him. Every little bit of him. His fingers slipping under the shirt, drawing small shapes on the bare skin of my stomach. His hips pressing into me as he leans in for the kisses. His breath warming the places he marked with his lips. And his lips gliding against the shell of my ear.
'Does my baby want me?' He murmured in my ear, causing goosebumps to prickle from head to toe
'Y-yes.' I staggered the breath out
'Mmmm.' Humming, he kissed right under my ear, making his way higher up my shirt. The tips of his fingers grazed my skin in an electrifying way. He makes every cell in my body scream for him.
'Jimin, please... I need-' I swallowed down my words with a moan when he made a gentle circle over my nipple, causing my entire body to jolt
'What does my baby need?' He kept teasing, gently pinching the erect bud between his fingers, pushing his hips into me a bit harder

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