Bliss. The breaking dawn sun escaping through her window, caressed her face as light as lovers kisses. She kept her eyes closed, savouring it's light touch, welcoming the warm sun rays filtering through her eyelids on that chilly winter morning. This feels like heaven...
She felt the matress sink in slightly, then settle as he stopped moving. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was awake. His body was slightly pressed on hers, his chest facing her side and his head resting on his hand. His other hand travelled up her body to find her face, caressesing her cheek.
Hey... Maddy..., wake up... he whispered faintly. His voice was so soft she couldn't resist a smile. He wasn't always like that.
Considering her smile gave her away, Maddy opened her eyes and looked at him for the first time that day, still smiling. He burried his hand in her hair and played with her locks, brushing them out lazely.
'You,' he said sleepily, 'are wearing my shirt.'
'Am I now?' she chuckled lightly.
'Lot's of work to be done today miss.'
'Yeah, I know.' she answered him in a wistful tone.
He gently detached his arm from her hair and got up in a single powerful, energized movement as if he'd been awake for hours. That's just the way he is, she thought. Always ready for a day full of fighting and shouting and getting himself in the way of danger and trouble.
The sun illiuminated him in orange and yellow as he opened the window, and she couldn't help but admire his hard feautures, and the way his chest rose and fell at his breathing or the way the muscles in his arms twiched as he pulled his shirt on. The same shirt he was wearing last night, she thought lazily.
He came around the bed, and leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips, his hands resting on the matress at each side of her, forming some sort of a cage. He didn't pull away immediately after breaking the kiss though, lingering a while longer above her with closed eyes, their foreheads almost touching.
And then he was gone, like smoke drifting swiftly away.
She sat up gingerly with a sigh, cursing at her lover for being so completely unromantic at times. Then again though, part of why she still was with him was exactly that. Maddy herself was hardly a romantic; preferring to spend her time thinking about weapons and training and practical things. A hug or two though, wouldn't be bad..., she thought wistfully.
She stood up and strolled up to the small vanity table grabbing the brush and brushing her hair out sleepily before showering and changing into fighting gear and storming off to find Loki at her grandfather's house.