All you can hear in the darkness is the wind rattling against the window and breathing. Her breathing. Her steady, rhythmic breathing that she always adopts when she sleeps. The breathing that mesmerizes him, one of his favorite sounds, keeps him from sleeping at night. He sits there, staring at the back of her head, arm around her waist. He feels her stomach rise and fall underneath his grasp, and he can't help but pull her closer to him, still feeling that weird feeling that he can't describe, the feeling that started when he first met her, when he first touched her.
It's the only time when she's quiet, when she's sleeping. Of course, there's the occasional inaudible mumble, but she's usually silent- doesn't snore or anything. Him, on the other hand...
He doesn't realize how creepy it must seem, how he stays up at the late hours of the night, just under the trance of her sleeping. It's like a lullaby, to him. Her eyes loosely shut, her smooth breathing, her small grunts and noises she sometimes makes. He thinks that there should be a tape of her sleeping, that it would calm all restless children and anyone suffering from insomnia...
He falls asleep to the sound of her sleeping. His favorite song, his own lullaby.
A/N: so basically I wrote this because I felt bad I haven't written anything in, like, a week. I still have to update Never Have I Ever and I Knew, too, I know. And those'll come eventually. They're just a tad harder to write than one shots. So. Yeah.