What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 5|| In A Perfect World- Jorbyn

Summary: Corbyn wakes up with Jonah in his arms and let's himself imagine what their life could be

Corbyn's POV
The rising Sun peeked curiously through dark curtains. Gazing at the sleeping boys, glowing against closed lids. Endless black becoming fire red.

My throat rumbling with a low groan, desperately tucking away. Though stubborn gleams found me each time. Forcing me to wake up, tired blue glaring at barely open curtains and my invisible tormentor.

His warm body shifting against my own, plush hair tickling my chin. Pale skin burning beneath the Sun's gentle glare.

I tugged at the duvet gently, carefully pulling it over Jonah. His lips barely curving, snuggling further into my sheets.

My chuckle low, fingertips ghosting over creamy flesh. Running along his back, up his sides, and to his cheek. Palm pressing to it slow, thumb tracing the curves of his face.

He nuzzled into my hand, sleepy smile never wavering. Body going limp in my arms.

I brushed away stray strands of crisp brown, exposing all of him. And God he is so fucking gorgeous.

The handsome features of his broad face softened with sleep. Sharp edges rounded with exhaustion. The left side squished cutely against my pillows.

The lobe rolling lazily between my thumb and index. Breathing a laugh through my nose. His ears had always been just a little too big for his head, but dammit he made it work. My adorable little mouse.

Thin lids shielding iron-blue, longing tugging at my heart. I wanted to see his beautiful eyes so bad. I wanted to watch them sparkle with laughter, ignite with passion.

A part of me longed to kiss away their storms, wipe them clear of rain. Whisper sweet nothings to him, if only to see him smile.

The drift of my gaze subconscious. Floating over his adorable nose and finding perfect lips. His pout gentle, poking out just enough to make you want it. The pretty pink blending beautifully with creamy white, matching the slight flush of his warm cheeks.

My thumb running along the shallow dip of his Cupid's bow. Trailing over the warm, supple flesh. Letting myself imagine them pressed to my own.

Would his kiss be as soft as our first? Would he take the lead? Guide my through the motions. Or would he let me? Relax in my arms and simply relish in the moment.

I pulled him a little closer, allowing my mouth to rest on his forehead. Letting my lids fall shut and thinking of a world where every morning was just like this. Each morning I awoke entwined with this perfect boy.

A world where he awoke to peppering kisses and breakfast in bed. Mouth open, awaited each bite. My hand guiding the spoon between his lips because my prince shouldn't have to move, not until he was ready.

A world where I came home to him each night. Where I would tug him into my chest, kissing the very tip of his nose. Where I would tickle his neck with my lips, let that amazing laugh be my only music.

A world where I got on one knee. Promising him forever.

A world where I held our baby. The delicate little girl or fragile baby boy resting between my arms and chest. Looking up to me, eyes big, glistening with lingering tears.

A world in which kisses could heal any wound.

A world of planning birthdays. Of cheering at award ceremonies, crying at graduations.

One where my lips would press to his glabella. Tell him to sleep a little longer, I'll take the kids to school.

A world where I could dance with him late into the night. Humming our song into his ear.

A world where we sat on our porch. Hand in hand, swinging slow from the hanging chair. Listening to the birds, the cool morning Sun against our skin.

A world where we retired together. Where we could sip coffee together at the table. Our children coming to visit. Baking chocolate chip cookies for our grandbabies.

A world where we grew old together. Where we died together.

A world where even in death, we could be together.

Where our last words would be," I love you. Forever and always."

And I clung to it. To this imaginary world. I clung to him. The boy I could never truly have.

" Corbs?" Mumbled quietly into my chest, Jonah nestling further into me.

" Yeah, baby?" Breath warm against his skin, hand tucking beneath his hip.

" What time is it?" A closed fist rubbing over dark blue, jaws parting.

My frozen gems flicked to the clock, arm squeezing at his waist," 9:30," spoken softly, hoping he wouldn't hear, wouldn't leave.

" I gotta get ready," his lips pressing to my collar bone. Each kiss feather-soft," I promised Dan I'd help him study."

I nuzzled my face into his hair. Breathing in his vanilla shampoo," don't go," plush brown muffling my plea, craving his warmth.

" You know I'll be back tonight," his throat trembling with a chuckle. Barely pulling away," I'm amazing, I know, but don't be greedy. You have to share," his nose bumping mine. Laughing as we rolled, hiding my face in the crock of his neck. Hugging his torso.

" I love you, babe, but I really need to go."

My teeth dig hard into my lip, sliding off of him and releasing his waist. My mattress dipping under his weight, bedframe whining as he left.

Jonah leaned over to kiss my forehead, smile sweet. Eyes sparkling in a way they only did for me.

He snatched my hoodie and was gone. My room growing quiet, sigh heavy on my lips. Gazing longingly at where he had been. Willing him to return, to just lay with me. Just a for a little longer.

And wishing, for just a second, that loving him didn't hurt in all the best ways.

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