Last Elysium

Sunday morning bliss

Your eyes fluttered open, and the sunlight entered through the small gap in the closed curtains. A throbbing sensation could be felt as you sat up on the bed in your bare form, covered with the silk blanket. A soft snoring sound could be heard nearby. Your gaze fell upon the face of Damien, sleeping peacefully next to you. A small smile tugged the corners of your lips as you admired the sight for a brief moment, you reached out for his face and gently brushed your knuckles against his cheek making him stir in his sleep.

As you gently cupped Damien's face, his eyes slowly opened and he smiled upon seeing you. "Good morning, beautiful," he mumbled, his voice still groggy with sleep. You couldn't help but smile at his bedhead and how the sunlight danced on his face. "Morning... You look handsome even when you just woke up," you replied, your words making him blush a little. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead softly. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, his thumb tracing circles on your hip.

You chuckled softly at his compliment and snuggled closer to him, feeling his body heat against yours. "You're so cozy," you muttered, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Damien let out a low rumble of contentment, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "I could stay like this forever with you, you know that?" he murmured. You lifted your head to look into his eyes, and he leaned in to capture you in a gentle kiss. The kiss was slow and unhurried like a Sunday morning spent basking in each other's presence.

After a few moments of lazy kissing, you reluctantly pulled away and stretched out your limbs. "We should get up," you mumbled, though the last thing on your mind was leaving the warmth and comfort of the bed. Damien groaned in agreement but did not attempt to move. "Just five more minutes," he pleaded, his eyes closed again. With a chuckle, you agreed and spent a few more minutes in his embrace, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your touch. Finally, you both mustered the will to get up and begin the day.

You sat up on the edge of the bed and let out a long yawn, running a hand through your disheveled hair. Damien followed suit and sat next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. "What's on your agenda for today?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. "I have a few errands to run," you replied, stretching your limbs one final time before standing up. "What about you?" Damien stood as well and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, enveloping you in a tight embrace. "Nothing important, just work," he mumbled into your hair.

"You work too hard," you said, leaning back against him and tilting your head to the side to look at him. He chuckled, his warm breath fanning your neck. "And you don't work hard enough," he shot back, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You rolled your eyes playfully and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held tight. "Okay, Mr. Workaholic, let me go so I can get ready," you playfully scolded.

He let out a chuckle as soon as he heard those words escape your lips. "Alright then, by the way, I enjoyed it very much last night," he smirked as he noticed your face becoming flushed all of a sudden. "Whatever," you retorted back before leaving the room after you got dressed.

As you left the room, Damien couldn't help but smile at your flustered expression. He loved how easy it was for him to tease and make you blush. As you went about your daily routine, Damien got ready as well. He was feeling particularly affectionate towards you after the previous night, and he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible which was odd for him.

Once he was dressed and ready, he walked out of the room and saw you in the kitchen, preparing some breakfast. He leaned against the doorway and watched you for a moment, admiring the sight before clearing his throat to get your attention.

You looked up from what you were doing and saw Damien leaning against the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey," you said with a hint of a smile, returning your attention to the task at hand. Damien sauntered over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you closer to him. "Need any help?" he asked, his mouth inches away from your ear.

As soon as you felt Damien wrap his arms around your waist, you tried to suppress the shiver that went down your spine. "No thanks, I've got it covered," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. But Damien didn't have it. He let out a low chuckle and spun you around to face him, pinning you against the counter. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave lower.

Your heart skipped a beat at the way he suddenly turned you around. His closeness was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. "Yes, I'm sure," you insisted, trying to keep your cool, but your voice came out a little shaky.

Damien's grip on your waist tightened as he observed the way your composure was starting to falter. The smirk on his face widened, and he leaned in closer, his mouth just a few inches away from yours. "Are you sure you don't need any help, princess?" he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief. Just as you were about to respond, a loud knock interrupted the intimate moment, and you both wondered who could be at the door.