The Unlikely Union

17 ~ Pleasant Morning

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The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, gently stirring Wajdan from his slumber. He blinked a few times, the soft light gradually illuminating the space around him. 

As his eyes adjusted, he turned to find Dua nestled comfortably in his arms, her hair a tangled mess over the pillow. A smile crept across his face as he took in the sight of her peaceful expression, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions from the night before.

With a tender touch, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers softly tracing the curve of her cheek. The sensation caused Dua to stir. She blinked a few times, her eyes slowly fluttering open. As she caught sight of Wajdan, a soft smile broke on her lips, and her heart raced with the memories of their intimate moments together.

"Good morning," Wajdan murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Good morning," Dua replied, her voice a gentle whisper, still thick with slumber.

Wajdan's eyes sparkled with mischief. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm in love with your sleepy face," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Dua's cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink, and she playfully shoved him away. "Stop it, Wajdan! You're making me blush," she protested, though her laughter gave her away.

"Is it working?" he shot back with a cheeky grin, his eyes dancing with playful teasing.

Dua giggled, her heart fluttering. "Maybe a little," she admitted, the warmth spreading across her cheeks.

Wajdan chuckled, clearly pleased with her reaction. "I mean it, though. You're beautiful, Dua. Inside and out." His voice turned sincere, making her heartbeat quicken.

Her heart swelled with affection as she gazed into his eyes. "I love you, Wajdan," she whispered, her words soft yet filled with intensity.

"I love you too, Dua. More than anything in this world," he replied, his tone earnest.

In that moment, as they lay intertwined, it felt as if the world around them faded away. They were cocooned in their little bubble of love, a sanctuary where nothing else mattered.

Wajdan's fingers began to wander, trailing down her body and tracing the gentle curves of her hips and thighs. Dua shivered at the sensation, a soft gasp escaping her lips as he made her skin tingle with each caress.

Their lips met, igniting a spark that had been simmering since the night before. The kiss began slow and sweet but quickly deepened into something more passionate. Wajdan pulled her closer, their bodies molding together perfectly as if they were two pieces of a puzzle.

Suddenly, he pulled back slightly, a teasing smile on his lips. "You know, last night was something else," he said, his tone light but with a hint of mischief. "I think we might need to get a 'Do Not Disturb' sign for our door from now on."