Hello! I've been away for a while and now I return with these drabbles around 100-200 words each. My wish is to update at least once per week, but only time will tell.
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, and sadly, none of its characters.
I- Mornings like this
Ran stretched languidly on the bed feeling the soft breeze coming from the window behind him, mingling with the warmth of Brad's body. He loved such mornings; he felt at ease.
Crawford put an arm around Ran's waist and brought him closer, resting his forehead on that tussle of red he had learnt to cherish.
Both knew soon they would have to get up and make themselves useful once more, but Ran could wait under those comfortable covers just a little longer…and Brad Crawford had no objections at all.
Yes, it was thanks to mornings like this that Ran Fujimiya realized all their sacrifices had not been in vain.
Just a tender moment one Sunday morning...thanks for reading and double thanks to the ones who will send a review :)