Heaven Above (A Tony Perry Fanfic)

Chapter Six

Snuggling into the warm body next to me I sighed contently. Sunlight shone into the room causing the inside of my eyelids to turn a brilliant red. Re adjusting my head on the pillow I felt it rise and fall gently. Suddenly my eyes shot open and I tilted my head up gently. My head was resting against his chest and one of his tattooed arms was wrapped loosely around my waist, pinning me to him. Tony's face was peaceful in sleep, serene and vulnerable like a child's. His chest was rising and falling gently and his hat had fallen off his head, revealing a shoulder length dark hair that was shaven short on both sides. I watched his eyes flicker open and look down at me dreamily, a sleepy smile pulling at his lips.

"Good morning", He said sleepily.

"Good morning", I murmured in response.

"You missed Star Wars", He said quietly, a playful smile his face.

"I'm sorry", I smiled a quiet yawn escaping.

He laughed, "That's ok."

I smiled and rested my head against his chest. He seemed totally comfortable with me laying there, half on top of him and I wasn't about to complain.

"When did you wake up?" He asked quietly.

"Erm", I thought, "Like three and a half minutes ago."

He laughed and I felt it vibrate through his chest. Rubbing sleep from my eyes I began to sit up, only to have Tony's arm around my waist keep me down. I laughed and looked up at Tony, resting my hand on his chest.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing", He sighed.

I tilted my head at him, "Is this the breaching of an oath?"

"Do you consider me making you breakfast a breach?" He asked.

I pretended to think about this, "No. Breakfast is a necessity. I need it to survive."

Tony laughed at this and I looked down at the tattooed arm wrapped around my waist. The intricate designs weaved their way up his arm, covering his lightly tanned skin. I could feel him watching me as I lifted his hand to examine the words tattooed across his knuckles.

"Do you have any?" Tony's quiet voice asked.

"What? Tattoo's? Oh yeah, two", I sat up and pulled up the back of my shirt to reveal the two lines of typewriter script tattooed there.

" 'I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees' ", he read aloud and I let my top slide back down.

Pushing back the blankets that were haphazardly thrown over us, I pulled my left foot free to show Tony the intricate little feather tattooed just above my toes.

"They're very pretty", He smiled.

"Well they're nothing compared to yours", I replied.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"A little."

"Come on", He said, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed.

Standing up I watched him stretch his long limbs and walk over to me, holding out a hand to help me up. Taking his hand I let him lead me from his room down the hallway to the stairs, where the smell of bacon and eggs had drifted up.

"Vic's cooking", Tony murmured, leading me down the stairs.

Walking into the living room, I barely recognised it from the night before. Couches surrounded a coffee table and TV that faced away from the adjoining kitchen.

"Morning guys", Tony called.

"Morning Tone", called Vic, not looking up from the stove, "Want breakfast?"