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The early morning sun shone just bright enough to create a comforting yellow hue, lighting up the hotel room Arthur and Anastasia had stayed in.
The blonde girls eyes flutter open to the sweet song of a few warblers, perched just outside on the window sill. For a moment, she is confused, not recognizing the room or the thin layer of sheets covering her bare body. Finally coming to, the memory of what her and Arthur had done rushes back to her and she quickly realizes why her lower region feels considerably sore.
Despite the small amount of pain, she can't help but blush, looking over to the sleeping man who breathes evenly with a thick arm securely wrapped around her body.
Her movements are somewhat strained as Anastasia turns to face the man with a smile. She can't help but stare at his relaxed features. It strikes her as slightly peculiar, in an adorable way, seeing the, usually tempestuous and ornery, man so tranquil and almost—innocent looking. She brings her fingers to his face, tracing from his cheekbone, down his jaw and especially to the lips she couldn't get enough off last night.
She smiles, eyes flickering to every single little aspect of his attractive face. Anastasia always had a knack for seeing the good in everyone, and when most people see Arthur, they see the terrifying, dominating outlaw he appears to be. Most people like to use him to do their dirty work since his aura is—certainly authoritative. But she sees him for so much more.
She glances out the window, assuming it must be around 6 or 7 in the morning. Looking back to the handsome gunslinger, peacefully sleeping, she debates whether she wants to wake him or not. They really should be going, though, considering they only were supposed to go out for a ride, not be gone all day and night. She chews her lip, thinking about how worried her father likely is.
"Arthur.." She whispers, trying not to wake him too abruptly.
He stirs slightly, causing her to smirk with a better idea. She brings her lips to his and kisses him softly to see if he wakes.
The man inhales deeply, his arm tightening around her body as he subconsciously awakes to kiss her back.
"Wake up.." she giggles against his lips.
He slowly opens his blue eyes, thoughtfully staring at the girl for a moment, taking the time to remember the events last night like she had done herself when she awoke."
"Well—thats quite the way to wake up" He smirks at her, bringing a large hand up to her neck, delicately tracing her collar bone. "I wouldn't mind starting every morning like this.."
She smiles, kissing him again on the lips softly before pulling away to sit up in bed, "We should get goin'"
Anastasia hisses as she moves, clutching the sheets to her chest, finally feeling more of the pain she had earlier. It's isn't an unbearable pain, just a slight soreness she is sure will go away in the next day or so.
Arthur's sits up as well, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and staring down to the floor at the mess of clothes.
"If Dutch ever finds out about this—" Arthur chuckles shaking his head and looking over to the beautiful girl, who he had just made love to last night, "Well, you'll probably be diggin' me a grave.."
