A/N: Just an idea I had in my head. I hope you enjoy the quick read :)
It's early. She was up before dawn. She woke before the sun and slipped out of the warm embrace of the man in her bed. The door to her bathroom is open, so the feeble morning light breathes warmth across her skin. She applies her lipstick and leaves the blush off-the sun will give her face enough color today. Her eyes are trained on her reflection and the tube of lipstick in her hand, watching as her lips turn to a soft maroon, when a breeze gusts across her back. A chill shoots up her spine, resonating in her arms.
A presence fills the emptiness surrounding her. She's greeted with short bursts of hot breath against her neck. His skin meets hers, and he uses this power he seems to have over her, creating goosebumps. They overrun her arms, decorate her legs, and creep up on her neck, where his nose trails the same path up and down. He soothes the chills stretching across the expanse of her back in exchange for his heat.
He is everywhere. The scruff adorning his square jaw bristles against her skin. An exposed foot caresses her bare ankles and leaves traces of a touch up her legs and on her knees. He's got one hand teasing her free arm in a loose embrace while the other patiently waits for her to finish with her makeup. His other arm curls around her and starts a pattern, sliding across her abdomen and skimming her side, skipping over the bust of her dress. He waits for her, but she can't finish-she doesn't know how. He consumes her-her air, her mind, all of her.
He breathes. His chest gently pushes against her back, a quiet reminder to breathe.
"I have to go for a bit," she says, a little less firmly than she intended. It's in no way concrete and quickly becoming an idea rather than reality.
His face stills on her neck. She can feel the ghost of his lips whisper up into her jaw, "Stay."
She loses their reflection as her eyes fall shut in a long blink. All she needs is a moment without the intoxicating image of them. All she needs is a second to realign her head and find her footing in the avalanche of him.
But he lets his head fall to her collarbone and his arms find her shoulders. When his thumbs sweep across her bare skin, peeking under the thin cloth of her outfit, she can't decide whether to be thankful or angry that she chose a dress with no sleeves. His low, fervent pleading and shameless desire beckons her, "For today."
Again, she breathes, but it's shallow and quickly stolen by his mouth hovering open over her shoulder. She's losing her voice in this fog he's sent through her head. "I'm already dressed."
He says nothing now. Instead, he takes the lipstick from her limp hand and sets it down. The brief absence of his touch sparks a yearning within her. Her gut pulls toward him. His hands find her arms again, but she isn't sated. He prods her. With a sweet pressure that compresses her lungs, he turns her so she has nowhere to look but the sharp blue of his eyes. She's cemented between the bathroom counter and his body. He is chastely demanding all around her. A smirk plays with the corners of her mouth. It only gives him reason to lower his gaze to her lips, which allows her eyes to wander over his familiar, charming face down to his chest, hidden by the gray shirt separating her from his sturdy skin. There is mutual, undeniable hunger. The plans in her head fade into immodest scenes that wash over her in flashes. A new heat encircles her entirely.
He looks up at her then, and she loses herself to a world of him.