Michael Gray Smut.

Sundays.

Sunday comes like a call to prayer washing away all of Saturday's sins as it brings Michael back to life. The rising sun creates a golden haze that softens the curves of her body along with the marks he had left the night before, each one reminding him of the angelic songs that she had sung. Her lashes are drawn out from this angle and paint her cheeks with shadow, more beautiful without the powder and rouge that usually adorns them than he ever thought possible, and this is far from the first night that they have spent together side by side but for once, time is his accomplice as he watches how stories paint the inside of her eyelids.

Traces of them both on the sheets wrapped around their entwined bodies he's reminded of the kiss that started it all - the red of her lips printed to his collar as she laid claim to what was hers and his hands pulled her closer. The dress she had brought for their anniversary is downstairs in the hall and he hopes the maids can salvage the mess he had made of the fastening but knows that he would spend a thousand pounds more on the newest of fashions just to bring a smile to her face. His girl.

There's a ring in his dresser just waiting for her father's blessing, something he can't wait to slide onto her finger as he proves that he never plans on letting her go but all Michael wants at this moment is to feel every inch of her skin beneath his lips. No pane of her body has gone without exploration, the maps he's drawn with his mouth holding the secrets to her pleasure in a language that nobody else will ever get to learn as she communicates with him in kind. The native tongue of their relationship has become his first language, the worlds he lived in before nothing compared to the shores of her and the experiences she brings.

The bare-knuckle of her ring finger is where he starts his treasure hunt, skin sweet like vanilla flavouring his kisses as he trails up her arms to the mountains of her chest. She barely stirs in sleep, the shiver that the warmth of his breath provides against the coldness of her exposed torso making fine hairs stand on edge and her nipples harden before his tongue can reach them. Michael smiles against her, the affection he feels radiating from his body even if just his mouth that gets the pleasure of her touch. Highs outweigh the lows and there's always more to experience with her, the promise of matrimony chasing away the demons that used to catch him in past relationships and flooding his life with light.

He lets his hand slip to the covers, tugging the sheets away to expose more of her - absentmindedly wondering if he could commission an artist to immortalise her on canvas just in case his mind ever fails to remember such a sight - but then her breath grows lighter, stumbling into the world of the living. Blindly she reaches for Michael on his side of the bed, her fingers finding his lips as he kisses their pads sweetly and she smiles into the pillow at just the simple reminder of his presence. His own mouth curls around them, lips parting so they can touch the warmth of his tongue and she laughs just as gently as the church bells that toll in the background.

"I missed you," she mumbles without her lashes parting and he finds himself laughing, freeing her fingers from his grasp to kiss her lips instead.

"I missed you too."

"Are we sappy?" the way she asks is so sweet that his heart swells in his chest and even if she can't see he's sure she can feel as he shakes his head and his nose touches against hers.

"No more than any other man and woman in love."

She turns into her lover's chest, heart to heart as her body curls so that they each form one half of a whole and he moves to kiss her neck, tucking away the hair that had so happily escaped their pins when he had removed them for her the night before. The locks shine with the rising sun and the smell of her shampoo drowns out the traces of cologne that still stick to his skin. His hips push forwards to feel more of the heat that her body is radiating and she responds in kind by singing out his name, welcoming him to more of her.