Arms Wide Open (One Shots for Fanfiction "His English Heart")

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?

A/N: Sorry for not updating for a bit. I've been a tad busy. This may not be the best chapter, I apologize. You have no idea how long I spent neck deep in Shakespeare for this chapter. It took a while to decide how to put everythig and what to say and it was all complex and took forever to actually write out for some reason!

Hopefully you all enjoy it!

Lol this chapter just should be dedicated to Shakespeare since I quoted him so much but I'm dedicating it to the lovely Kora again because I simply can.

Hehe!

I love you guys!

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You’re cuddled up all cozily in your bed. Your blankets are wrapped around you tightly and you have absolutely no intention of getting up yet. Your eyes are shut and you wish you could drift back to sleep but alas sleep has abandoned you. You defiantly decide that you will still however, rest. Well that is until your pesky husband decides the opposite for you….

“Awake, dear heart, awake; thou hast slept well. Awake!” He whispered in your ear and without thinking you bring one hand up out of the swathe of blankets it was hidden in and you try to find his face. Somehow you rationalize that possibly you’ll find a snooze button or at the very least a Modern English button!

“It is too early to woo me with your Shakespearean quotes Tom. Let me sleeeeep.”

“Too early for Shakespeare?! My darling that is a horrid thing to say! It is never too early to quote the bard!” He sounded scandalized and you were too drowsy to tell if he was serious or sarcastic (probably the latter… maybe).

You groan and think maybe if you quote Shakespeare too he’ll leave you alone (having known Tom for so long you’ve acquired quite a repertoire of Shakespeare’s sayings). Finally you groan out in a rather husky, morning voice: “O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee that thou no more weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?”

“See? I told you it’s never too early for Shakespeare.” You could practically hear that impish grin of his spreading across his handsome features.

“Shut it Tom. I’m tired.” You reply snappily and burrow into the covers again. He just laughs and tries to pull you out, but you burrow down deeper and refuse to be dragged out of bed.

“My dear what is your attraction to the mattress this morning? You simply cannot be parted from it?”

“Precisely. I am in a long term relationship with my bed and I’m not leaving it.”

“Oh really? Funny, I was under the impression that you were in a long term relationship with me.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and you felt his arms wrap around your body (which is still enveloped in a cocoon of covers), you could still feel his warm breath somewhere close to your head and he was probably grinning as always.

You huffed out a breath and mumbled something about “You morning people” to which he laughed and pulled the covers away from you. You yelp at the sudden cooler temperature and he chuckles deep in his throat.

“My darling you are quite adorable.”

“No I’m a grumpy woman with bedhead to rival Frankenstein’s wife.”

“Precisely what I find endearing.” He brushed back some of your hair and to kiss you gently on the lips.

“You’re crazy Tom.”