-Request/Idea by A.R-
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Morning Dove*
Some mature topics- mild
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There's something about your eyes being delicately closed, but still being able to see and feel the light in the room. The way the sun shines through your curtains that warms your whole being.
Or it may be that when I roll onto my side, a broad shoulder nudges my neck. That his skin radiates heat so it seeps into my heart.
Something about his lazy, sleepy hands pushing into your back so there is more contact.
His hand rested on my lower back, his palm spreading, his fingers grabbing. Keeping my eyes closed, but my lips turned up into a smile.
I cheek was resting on his heart, and my leg was resting between his. My chin was tilted towards his face, and I finally opened my eyes to see him watching me.
The sheet was resting around both of our waists, our bodies bare and comfortable.
He had an arm behind his neck and one wrapped around me, with a smile tugging at his own lips.
I loved looking at his skin when he didn't have foundation on from a show. His skin seemed to shine and his freckles complimented every part of him.
"Shame I couldn't find you in that massive crowd last night," he spoke slowly-sleepily, "I was all ready to wink and call you out."
"You made up for it," I grinned and kissed his neck. He pulled me harder against his side and I nudged my nose into his jaw.
"Not well enough..." He snorted out a laugh and pressed his lips into my cheek--sending my head back down to the pillow we were sharing, "Are you sure I made it up to you fully?"
I gave him a half smile, rubbing my chin, and acting as if I had to think about it. His arm went on the other side of me, so he was leaning over me. His gold necklace shined against his skin and hung between us.
My hand wound it's way around his lower back, pushing into him and giving him my laziest smirk.
Sam's bare hips were pressed into mine and my hands traced down the sides of his chest, feeling the soft skin and wanting to kiss every part of it.
Sam's tired eyes scanned my face as his lips parted. He stared at me with the most adoring smile on his face, the soft light brightening his face even more.
He kissed my bottom lip agonizingly slow, sliding his arm under me, to arch my body fully into his.
Sticky skin didn't matter if with every touch he applied felt like a dream. It felt like the content feeling of sitting outside on a spring morning, dewy and bitter in the best ways. It felt like buzzing and like our bodies were harmonizing.
It was running my hands through his hair and knowing that he was mine and he only gave himself to me every night. It was knowing that his songs were to me. It knowing that this man feel comfortable enough to lay here stripped with me. It was the thought that I was the one he took to his family.
His phone was buzzing on the table next to us, and I turned my head to the side to look at it. Sam continued his kisses down my neck, sending hot shivers down my spine. I felt his kisses right in my heart.
"Sam, your fans-"
"I'm doing something," he murmured into my collar and ran his finger tips down my side and resting on my inner thigh, "you're just so sweet, Y/N"
I laughed and rested my hands on either side of his face, bringing his eyes to meet mine. My thumb caressed his cheek bone and he stared back and forth between my eyes and my chest.
He quickly pecked my lips with a smirk and raised his eyebrows at me.
"You were going to say?" He asked and kissed me again--knowing what he was doing to my thought process.
"Want to run the bath?" I blinked slowly, forgetting whatever I was going to say as his hands wandered.
"Anything for you," he dropped his eye lid to a wink, and rolled off the bed. He walked bare-ass-naked into the bathroom and I shook my head with a smirk.
I sat up in bed, stared out the window, and thought of how perfect this man is. How Sam Woolf has changed my life.
My eyes trained onto a Morning Dove outside the window, seconds before it cooed.
My mother painted Morning Doves before she died.
My mom would love Sam.
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-Anna
