She opened her eyes slowly, blinking them sleepily against the dim gray light peeking through the gauze curtains.
He lay next to her sprawled on his back, open and accepting.
Boxers pulled down in sleep riding low on his hips. Arms flung out to the sides as if in offering. His white t-shirt riding up to expose a tantalizing glimpse of firm, taut abdomen and silvery soft hair leading a trail to parts yet unseen.
She shifted her lazy gaze down his lean frame, taking in his slightly spread legs and muscular thighs.
Hearing a gentle snore, she lifted her eyes to his face. The face she never tired of. Eyes peacefully closed, lines relaxed, mouth slightly open, and the strong jaw with a hint of stubble.
She was lulled by the rise and fall of his chest and his steady breathing.
He was so peaceful in sleep, directly opposed to his waking state.
She fought the urge to touch him, needing to feel him yet not wanting to awaken him and destroy the moment.
She settled for shifting her body closer to his and skimming her hand lightly above his chest.
Watching him sleep was something she would never tire of. She wanted him desperately but wouldn't dare disturb him.
She resigned herself to waiting impatiently for him to wake up on his own, knowing that it would be well worth the wait.
A/N: Thanks to elflordsmistress for your help, encouragement and friendship. *hugs* Ellie!!!