Evening
by Abbess K.
DISCLAIMER: Yuuri and Wolfram do NOT belong to me!
Evening sunlight pours through the window, casting a grapefruit-coloured glow on the white sheets.
His soft breathing draws stays constant as I creep under the covers. Quietly curling up next to him in my lacy nightdress, I can't help but smile. He looks far too innocent. More like a 16-year-old boy, and less like a king.
Pulling the covers further over us, I cuddle closer and softly drape one arm over him. As I close my eyes, I feel his arm slide over my waist, pulling me closer.
And all is well until the morning, when he flings me out of his bed again.