I wrote this as a tumblr drabble, But I would like to share it here as well. Just love and fluff.
It's warm and soft here in your room this Saturday night. Your parents are out on date-night and Finn is with Rachel so the house is quiet. A little while ago you had an orange and now the room smells like fruit and that smell that's always here, the smell of you, my favorite smell. You're reading to me, some French novel about love and desire. I don't understand most of it, I'm content with listening to your voice as you form the words, watch your neck from where my head is in your lap. You have the book in one hand and are carding the fingers of the other through my curls. I hum softly and stretch my legs out on your bed. This is my favorite place to be, where you are all around. Music is playing softly, it's that lady who sings smooth jazz what's her name. I hear you reading the words "Je T'aime" for what must be the hundredth time and you smile a little as if you know this would amuse me. Your voice is so soft and light, not like silk because even though silk is soft it has that unpleasant sharp pang to it. Your voice is whipped cream without being nauseating I decide as I watch the muscles in your neck shift slightly as you read. Before you started reading to me, you lit some candles and it's warm here. I sigh as I press back a little on the pillow you placed in your lap for me to lie on. Your hand moves down to my face and you brush lightly over it all the way from my forehead to my chin and it's so soft and gentle and your fingers smell so intensely of oranges. I kiss your palm softly as it passes my lips and you smile again.
It's such a sensual, heady mix - your creamy voice, the slow, drawn out notes from a saxophone, the smell of oranges. I want to stay in this forever, but I can feel myself drifting off. It's safe here, comfortable, and I can sleep. I love you so much, you know that right? I think I'm saying this out loud but my mumbling is making the words weird. You understand I think, you always understand. The words Je T'aime pass your lips again but this time I'm not sure if you're reading them from the book. All my muscles are relaxed. Warmth. Your voice. Oranges.
When I wake up, you're lying beside me, propped up on your elbow. You're watching me with that soft smile of yours, the one that is mine as well, and your blue eyes are shining with the light from the candles. I can't have slept for long, the house is still quiet.
Hi, I say. I was dreaming about you. You kiss my nose and look at my face, my lips. After a while you ask me, was it a good dream. I think you fear for a moment that I might say no, but I calm you by smiling your smile. A very good dream, I confirm. When you're near, all my dreams are good.
You scoot closer and wrap me up in your arms. Our hearts press together from this angle and I can feel tears in my eyes. I know you can't be in my arms forever, but please stay in my heart.
Never leave me.
I realize now I said it out loud because you lean down and kiss me, long and slow. My lips are tingling when you draw back. Never, you say. We're safe.
Safe, I say and lean up to get another taste of oranges.