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Summary: Some say the most romantic thing you can do is watch your lover sleep
Author's Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JORDAN, MY DEAR!!!!!!!
He was doing it again. Watching his lover sleep had suddenly become his favorite pastime and he didn't know why. He supposed it could have been the way Rufus's hair tended to behave better while he was asleep, spilling over his pillow and ears instead of hanging in his face as it was wont to do while he was awake. Or maybe it was the way his face softened, the harsh lines caused by the difficult work of running the world and a major company where you never knew who could trust seeming to wear away instantly as sleep claimed him, the daytime mask of power and prestige replace by someone trusting and calm and cuddly and utterly content to just rest in his lover's arms.
It could have been the way Rufus cuddled up trustingly at his side, curling instinctively into the arms that held him close, caressing his skin softly as he slept, conforming to every inch of his body, trying to memorize every inch of that smooth, golden expanse.
Reeve smiled and stared down at his lover, brushing a gentle kiss over him temple and closing his eyes as he too settled down into sleep, feeling warm and fuzzy and content.
Or perhaps, it was simply love.