Title: Sunday Morning
Author: madeira3188
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Category: EWE. Established relationship.
Authors Notes: Fluff. So much so, that you'd think I doused it with two gallons of fabric softener.
Harry thinks it doesn't get any better than Sunday mornings. Sunday mornings mean lounging in bed until mid-noon. It means ignoring responsibilities for a few hours, in favour of tracing and licking every outline of the man beside him.
It's not often that they have free time like this -- and when they do -- all he really wants is to lavish his attention fully on Draco and bathe him with his love.
But Draco is still sleeping, so Harry waits, caressing the small patch of skin under Draco's thumb.
He watches the rise and fall of Draco's chest, his lover seemingly set on ignoring the allure of the morning sun.
Harry remembers a time when a scene like this would have been nothing but a far-fetched dream. He remembers the barbed words, the bruising punches, and the cutting words exchanged between the two of them.
He thanks all of the deities in the universe, because these days, Draco's taunts are riddled with affectionate smiles, and Draco's touches are accompanied by cotton-soft kisses that leaves him aching for more.
He stares as the crystalline light coming from the window spills on the milky expanse of Draco's naked skin. He drops a gentle kiss on the hollow of Draco's neck, breathing in the lilac scent that seems to permeate from Draco's very being.
"Go back to sleep, Harry," Draco calls quietly. "It's too early to be up."
Harry smiles, as he continues to thread his fingers through the silken locks of his lover's hair. "I will, in a minute," he responds. "Just want to look at you some more, that's all."
"You stalker," Draco grins, eyes still closed, as he burrows further into the warmth of Harry's skin.
Harry pulls him closer, and whispers, "Ah. But you love me, anyway."
"I do, Harry, I really do."