A/N: Little oneshot about the uttly beautiful Ross Poldark
Disclaimer: Unfortantly i do not own anything used here, all credit goes to the BBC and Winston Graham
Vulnerable... That's what Ross Poldark looked when he was asleep, all the cares in the world forgotten, his confidence stripped away.
Demelza often awoke during the night and just looked at her hansome husband.
The moon reflecting into the room danced on Ross's glowing skin, highlighting his scar that told so much about his life, but also made him, who he was.
His soft pink lips breathing cool air. In and out. His beautiful curly black hair pushed behind apart from one unruly curl, now framing his face. His long dark eyelashes fluttering as if he was dreaming. maybe he was.
She wished she could see his eyes, right about now. That's what drew her to him right in the begininng his lust filled eyes, that show such emotion. Its his eyes that call to her when he's sad, when he's angry, she feels she is looking straight into his soul and underneath the confidence is his loving, caring heart.
She lays her head on his naked chest, feeling it rise and fall. His chest chair softly brushing her cheek every time it moved. Unconsciously in his sleep he moved his musclar arm so that his hand was resting on her chest.
His large hardworking hands. She loved them too.
How they can be so soft when he touches her but so rough all at the same time. As much as he was a gentleman and always had clean hands when out, she secretly loved it when he had dirt trapped in his nails, so manly.
He looked so pure, so innocent, so beautiful. She couldn't really believe that he was hers.
It was times like these she loved the most, when Ross Poldark was vulnerable. it was his most precious quality.