He wasn't sure what woke him first, the light or the soft traces on his skin. He stirred for a moment before coming back to consciousness, blinking a few times before taking in the silhouette lying on his chest.
Your hair was mostly behind you as you lay against his chest. His heartbeat rested beneath your ear and beat steadily, no longer racing from the previous night's activities.
He gently moved some of the stray stands of hair behind your ear and wound his arm around your waist to keep you close. Your soft fingertips lazily drew patterns on his skin with no rhyme or reason to them. It was just to feel, to remember.
"Did I wake you?" You asked softly.
"Possibly." He murmured to you, drawing small circles on your hip in return.
You looked up at him, pieces of hair coming undone from his bun he tiredly pulled back last night before falling asleep beside you. He still looked beautiful, as he always did, with those beautiful eyes and the perfect lips...
"Take a picture. It'll last longer."
"Ass." You spoke softly before kissing him once more.
One turned to two, two turned to three and you stopped at four, still tired from last night.
"Alex." You whined a bit when he attempted to kiss you again.
"(Y/N)." He whined back.
You pouted a little bit, pulling back.
"I'm tired and I know you are too. My poor Viking."
"This poor Viking is always ready to go another round, especially with you."
You laughed a bit at his ridiculousness and then rolled your eyes.
"Insatiable."
"Only for you."
You kissed him once more before escaping his hold and sitting up in bed. The sheet rested against your back as you stretched a little, releasing the tension from sleep. You knew he was watching from the way goosebumps appeared on your skin.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." You teased.
It was silent for a few moment before the shutter of his camera startled you. You turned and saw him grin. You stuck your tongue out at him and wandered into the bathroom, waiting for him to realize the little present you had left behind on him.
It took him a few minutes as he scrolled through his feed. He felt a little uncomfortable and saw something off in the screens reflection. He turned on the camera once again and found the abundance of hickeys littering his neck.
He sat up in surprise, running his fingers over them. He knew you were bold but not that bold. He was going to have an interesting time explaining this to the makeup department tomorrow.
"Enjoy my present?" You asked, leaning against the bathroom doorframe.
"Your concealer won't cover this up." He whined, earning a smirk from you.
"That was the point, love. Now you have something to remember me by."
"Little minx, come here."
"Catch me, Viking."
