I'm Okay

I promise to honor

I slowly open my eyes, cuddling closer to Thomas.

He kisses my forehead softly, keeping his arms wrapped around me.

"Mornin'," he murmurs, tilting my head up to kiss me softly.

I kiss back happily, closing my eyes again. I pull back, grinning up at him sleepily.

"Morning," I yawn softly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"You're absolutely adorable, you know that?"

I blush softly and he rubs my back gently.

"Mon petit chaton..." He murmurs, holding me close.

I giggle softly and he grins.

"Je t'aime tellement..."

(I love you so much...)

"Tu es trop gentil..." I murmur sleepily.

(You're too sweet...)

"Jamais aussi doux que toi, ma chérie..."

(Not as sweet as you, my darling..."

I blush harder and he giggles softly.

"Mon petit chaton rougissant..." He teases and I whine softly.

(My little blushing kitten...)

I sit up slightly, curling up in his lap and letting him play with my hair.

"You're absolutely adorable in the morning. Your tiny little yawns, everything about you..."

I smile to myself as he plays with my hair. He starts humming, eventually starting to sing.

He sings softly, running his fingers through my hair.

"Your voice is beautiful..." I whisper.

He blushes softly and I sit up, sitting in his lap.

"I'm serious... Your voice is gorgeous..."

He smiles bashfully and chews his lip.

"Sing more for me?" I murmur softly, resting my head on his chest.

He continues singing softly and I smile to myself.

I lean up and kiss him deeply, pushing him onto his back.

He cups my cheek gently, running his thumb up and down my face.

I pull back, gigging softly.

"I don't think I've ever mentioned it, but you're an amazing kisser..." I murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

He laughs softly and I grin.

I kiss him again, moaning softly into the kiss as he runs his fingers through my hair, tugging slightly.

I pull back, glaring playfully at him.

"That's not fair," I whine.

He smirks and tugs again, making me blush as I moan softly.

"You're absolutely adorable," he laughs softly.

"No I'm not," I pout, blushing harder.

He laughs softly and boops my nose.

"Mon petit chaton rougissant..." He teases again, making me glare playfully at him.

"Oh, tais-toi," I glare.

(Oh, be quiet)

"Faites moi," he teases.

(Make me)