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Warnings: A tiny hint of adult language Word count: 600
The soft tapping of rain against the glass window woke you up this Sundaymorning. You took a moment to open your eyes, then caught a glimpseof the grey sky hiding behind the bedroom curtains. Unusual, suchcold weather for the beginning of May. But who was complaining whenyou didn't need an excuse to stay in bed all day?
Yougripped the blanket and pulled it tighter against yourself, felt thesoft fabric skimming over your skin, and slowly turned around towardshim. Cedric was sleeping on his back, eyes gently closed, with hischest slowly rising up and down. You couldn't help but smile.Beautiful. Not just his face, but how it looked.
Hisforehead was smooth, eyebrows rested easily without a sign of afrown. His lips were closed, but ever so slightly pursed in hissleep; one arm lazily above his head, the other one beneath theblanket. The stubbles of two, maybe three days, made him look older;more mature.
Youhadn't even noticed that your hand had reached for his face, ithappened completely subconsciously. Halfway in you retracted thoughand caught the corner of Cedric's mouth pulling upwards.
"Whatare you doing?" he asked with his eyes still closed. His voicesounded so drowsy and deep, it sent a shiver down your spine.
"Mhh...Nothing?"
Hesmiled lazily, opened his eyes and turned his head towards you."Nothing. Alright then." Helet the back of his hand glide over your face, the fine hair on hisfingers tickling your skin. "Didyou sleep well?"
"Yes,"you answered. "Did you?"
"Uh-huh."He rolled over with an effort to face you and took your hand while hedug his face deeper into the pillow. "Had a fun dream," hemumbled as he played with your fingers.
"Aboutwhat?"
"Youand me," he smiled. "In here."
"Oh,I see," you chuckled. "Want to tell me some details?"
"Never.You know I hate spoilers."
Helooked at you with a vacant stare, but it wasn't until you startedlaughing, that he grinned and did the same.
"Comehere," he said and slowly pulled you closer. Hisembrace was pleasant, soft and steady. The dull light from outsideshone coldly into the room and brought a chill to the scenery, thatwas merely shattered by the warmth of the cover and him.
Youcould have laid like this forever. His hand on your hip, histhumb drawing lazy figures onto your skin. His hair tickling yourtemple, smelling like honey and rain. His breaths deep, the exhalehot and heavy on your shoulder. Legs entangled, your cold toestouched his calves and your hand traced the outline of his face.
"Whatis it?" he asked as you stared at him.
"Youknow," you began and ghosted his spiky chin with your fingertips."Sometimes you look just like a picture."
"Apicture?" his eyebrows rose in amusement.
"Yes.It's just like... I don't know. Like someone had drawn you. Andlike they took their time. To make it all symmetrical and nice."
Hechuckled quietly and averted his eyes from you, but didn't answer.He knew he wouldn't stand a chance negating you. "Youknow what?" he asked when he looked back at you. "If I could drawone picture. Only one, and it had to be perfect. I'd draw you."
Heheld you even tighter, caressed your cheek with a feathery touch andkissed your lips.
