He was not a morning person - almost everyone knows that. He'd often swat anyone that dares to step foot in his bedroom, let alone waking him up. But when it comes to his wife, he'd impel himself to wake up just to be with her. Elizabeth's exultant, perky personality coaxes him greatly. Kyoya's onyx eyes flutter open to see Elizabeth's nude body on top of him, her disheveled hair scattered along his chest, her arms wrapped around him tightly. It then hits him that they've made love the night before. They've made astonishing, wondrous love. A sultry smirk crawls upon his face as he places his lips on her head, making small circles with his hands on her bare back.
It seems that we have swapped places, Kyoya thought, since I'm awake first.
Elizabeth seems so snug and homely against his chest. Soft snores escape, followed by mumbles and light movements. Kyoya can't help but chuckle at the sight of her. His mind wanders to the night before: Elizabeth nude in front of him, moans simultaneously escaping their lips, pleasure erupting from their intimate bodies... It was a night that they will definitely remember.
His thoughts were interrupted with murmurs escaping Elizabeth's lips, then her head slowly lifting up to meet his gaze. Kyoya, yet again, chuckles at the sight of her drowsy face. He presses his lips against her forehead, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." he whispers. Elizabeth lays her chin on his chest and pulls herself closer to him.
"Good morning, Kyoya..." she utters, leaning forward and kissing him on his cheek. "I guess we swapped places this morning, huh?"
"That was the first thing I thought when I woke up." he grins. "Are you tired?"
"Definitely," she sighs dreamily, laying her head down on his shoulder. "I'm sore everywhere."
"So am I." Kyoya confesses, his hands running through her auburn hair.
"Mmm..." Elizabeth mumbles, "We should probably get up soon."
"Why? I'm perfectly fine here," he says in a low voice. "You're keeping me warm."
Elizabeth laughs; the laugh that Kyoya never gets tired of. "I thought you're the one that's supposed to keep me warm."
"Are you kidding? You're like an oven - day and night."
Elizabeth giggles once more and presses her lips against his. "As much as I want to stay in bed, we have to get up. We have a whole day ahead of us." She kisses him once more and gets off of him, wavering to the closet and grabbing a robe to cover her body. Kyoya smirks and plops his head down on the pillow.
Maybe I should wake up early more often.