Imagine mornings with Johnny

Thursday

You lay in the warmth of your own body heat, sinking deeper into the mattress, eyes so heavy you haven't even opened. You will yourself to drift back off into the dream you just awoke from but your mind's already whirring and your muscles buzzing with a new energy.
Skin. Eyes. Lust. The night before flashes back, mellowing your mind making you smile slightly to yourself.
Finally, you crack open your eyes, the light hitting them hard, near blinding you for a split second. They take a second to adjust before focusing Johnny's face. His eyes are soft and there's a smile on his lips as he reaches out and gently strokes your cheek.
"Hey." You chuckle quietly.
"Hi."
He studies your face, tracing your jaw with his fingertips, causing goosebumps to spread across your body. You take a second before shying away, burying your face into the pillow, uncomfortable with yourself and who he must see looking back at him. There is a moment of quiet.
"Let me look at you," he lightly grazes your shoulder. Another few seconds pass before you feel the bed shift, his weight being removed from beside you. The sound his bare feet padding against the wooden floor suddenly stops and is replaced by a light patter you don't recognise. Curious, you raise your head, squinting around the room. An easel is propped precariously close to the bed, it's wooden structure leaning against the mattress and wobbling with every touch. Johnny's hands move quickly, dashing the canvas with his fingers, a look of concentration across his brows.
You stand, keeping the blanket draped around your frame, you pad over to him and peer at it.
The painting is beautiful, a masterpiece of colours, blending into a portrait of you, laying silently, your hair splayed across the pillow in a picture of perfectly imperfect beauty.
He looks at you, a hint of guilt in his eyes, his dark eyes darting away from your face. You step close to him, lifting his chin with your forefinger and scattering kisses across his face. You rest your chin on his shoulders and lean into him.
"It's so beautiful." You whisper against his cheek.
You pull away from his skin, looking at him, his lips soften to a smile as he leans in and kisses you deeply, walking you backwards until the two of you topple onto the bed.