I woke up to the feel of fingers running along the length of my back. I was about to bolt upright and sock whoever was touching me right in the jaw, until I felt soft lips kiss my shoulder and the all too familiar warmth flooded my body. Lincoln.
We were finally together. Now that we were out of New York and back at the warehouse it felt real. Like this was really happening, our lives together.
"I know you're awake." He whispered against my shoulder. His voice was husky, as if had just woke up himself. I could feel his body shaking as he chuckled, turning me on to my back.
"No, I want to sleep." I mumbled, fighting him to stay laying on my stomach. "Lincoln." I groaned out his name as he rolled me over, still slightly laughing.
"You can't stay in bed all day." He said when he finally succeeded. "We have to get up." Looking up into his green eyes I couldn't help but smile.
"Why? We could just never leave bed." I said, rolling him over so I was now lying on top of him. I started kissing his face working my way down to his neck.
"Violet." He growled, actually growled, as his flipped my back over, pinning me down with his body has he started showering my neck in kisses. I closed my eyes as I let his warmth overwhelm my body.
Just as I was wrapping my arms around his neck he pulled away. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. His emerald green eyes meeting my hazel ones. "Come on." He whispered, "I'll make you breakfast." And with that he kissed my nose and got out of bed.
I groaned internally to myself and rolled over onto my stomach, burying my face in his pillow, soaking up his scent. Honey, sunlight, home.
Sometime later, it seemed like hours but in reality was most likely a few minutes, I dragged myself out of bed and picked Lincoln's shirt off the floor and pulled it over my body, loving and embracing the fact that I'm the one who pulled it off the night before.
I make my way into the kitchen and stop in my tracks at the sight before me.
A shirtless, barefoot, Lincoln standing in front of the stove. I lean against the wall and watch him, something I swore I could do forever, and I hoped to.
"See something you like?" He asked as he turned around with a smug grin on his face. I shrugged and made my way towards him, happily sliding into the open arms he held out to me.
"Maybe," I said, pressing my face against his chest. He ran his hand up and down my spine, while his other was planted on the small of my back, plastering me to him.
I reached through our connection, the one that bound our souls together, and felt pure happiness radiating off of him. "This is nice," He mumbled into my hair, pulling me tighter to him, as if that was even possible.
"What is?" I asked, not looking up at him, but burying my face in the crook of his neck.
"This," He said, tightening his arms around me. "I know we had this in New York, but...I don't know, this just feels more real." His hand came up to cup my chin, raising my face and forcing me to look at him. "I love you, Violet Eden."
"Heart and soul." I replied, and rose onto my toes to place a kiss on his soft, perfect lips.