A/N: I'm so delighted to share this with you guys! I've been holding onto this idea for a while, and now it's finally coming to fruition. I would highly recommend listening to the song while you read these; I really feel like that's important (which could just be me as a writer) but if possible, please consider doing that. I really wanted to capture the feel of the song in these little fics. Okay, enough rambling on my part. Here you go!

"Firefly" by Ed Sheeran

I fell in love next to you

Burning fires in this room

It just fits

Light and smooth

Like my feet in my shoes

Little one, lie with me

Sew your heart to my sleeve

We'll stay quiet

Underneath shooting stars

If it helps you sleep

Henry took a slow, deep breath. Darkness surrounded them, split only by the faint glow from the street lamps that were level with his second-floor apartment. Their light, warm and familiar now after several months of nights in this bedroom, sliced ribbons of light across his bed, him, and now also across Elizabeth.

The sight of her, curled into his sheets with her long blonde hair spread out across the pillowcase and brushing against his skin, made Henry's breath catch. She slept soundly, warm body pressed against his own as if it had been made just to fit right there in that spot, legs tangled with his and curves settled against him. He didn't dare to touch her, barely dared to breathe, for fear of waking her. As much as he adored her teasing smiles and the warmth of her ocean eyes, Henry couldn't bear the thought of ending this moment. He wanted to take it all in, commit it to memory so that he could look back on it decades later. The warmth that filled him in those precious pre-dawn moments, he was sure, would transcend time and space for the rest of his life.

As he watched her chest rise and fall with a slow, comforting rhythm, Henry thought back to the night before. He recalled with vivid, stunning clarity the way she had pressed his back against the door of the apartment and kissed him, tasting of honey and smelling like autumn.

"Are you sure?" he'd whispered when her hands met the button on his jeans, and he was certain that he would never forget the look in her eyes as she had met his gaze with a confident toss of her head that had sent her long hair tumbling down her back.

"I'm sure."

It had been awkward and slow and tender and beautiful, all in equal measure. Their youth, their insecurities, their inexperience, all of it had somehow come together in those moments to form something that Henry McCord had no hesitation in calling unforgettable. He had never been so in awe of another human being as he was of Elizabeth, especially when her hands were wandering over his skin for the first time and she was saying his name like that, sending shivers down his spine.

There's a firefly

Loose tonight

Better catch it

Before it burns this place down

And I lie

If I don't feel so right

But the world looks better

Through your eyes

"Are you okay?" she had asked later, a glimpse of her uncertainty, the result of hurt and loss and every broken moment that had brought her to that one with him. And he'd understood, and she had see it, and relief had rushed through her even before he spoke.

Henry had pressed his lips to the curve behind her collarbone and lingered there close to her ear for a beat longer than necessary.

"Perfect," he sighed, and she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her features in response, gratefully settling closer to him.

Henry smiled slightly at the way she shifted in her sleep, feeling a tug in his chest at the sight. He wanted to stay just like this forever, wrapped up with her in the stillness before sunrise and feeling as if nothing could ever possibly go wrong, because how could it with his whole world curled against his chest and sleeping so peacefully? He knew that he, too, should rest, that he should close his eyes and join Elizabeth in sleep, but he couldn't stand even the thought of looking away from her.

Elizabeth, Henry knew in that moment, was everything he could ever want.

He'd know that already, though. He'd known it on their first date, when she had reached over and stolen a french fry from his plate with a mischievous smile and laughed at the overdramatic offended look on his face, life dancing in her blue eyes.

He'd known it when he'd been brave enough to take her hand for the first time and Henry had felt as if the whole world had shifted at that one little touch of her skin on his.

He'd known it when she had sat across from him and spoken passionately about the future of gender equality and her desire to change the world, looking so fierce and so stunningly strong that it had taken his breath away.

Henry hadn't needed to make love to Elizabeth to know that she was everything; he'd known it when she had made him see the world differently. Now, as he gazed down at the love of his life, Henry decided he liked it exponentially more with her in it.

Teach my skin

Those new tricks

Warm me up

With your lips

Heart to heart

Melt me down

It's too cold

In this town

Close your eyes

Lean on me

Face to mouth

Lips to cheek

Feeling numb

In my feet

You're the one

To help me get to sleep

Elizabeth stirred just as the sun was beginning to crest the horizon, and she was immediately aware of Henry's hazel eyes on her. A smile tugged at her features as she glanced back at him and found him watching her with unmistakable love shining in his gaze.

"Henry," she mumbled sleepily, and Henry's heart skipped a beat against his ribs at the soft way she spoke his name. If you'd asked him right then, he would have said that Elizabeth had the ability to speak whole universes into existence with that soft, sleep-warm voice.

"Hi," he whispered, and she breathed a laugh that made Henry feel alight with something that he didn't even have the words to identify.

"ARe you watching me sleep?" she asked.

"Maybe," Henry replied evasively, but the soft smile on his face and the way he was looking at her gave him away. Elizabeth didn't mind, though, she decided as she shifted to see him better in the pale sunlight that was slowly beginning to replace that of the street lamps. She leaned in and caught his lips against her own, tugging his bottom lip tenderly between her teeth, gentle and light and so careful that Henry melted against her.

"I love you, Elizabeth," he breathed, and his words brushed over her skin ever-so-lightly, warm and sincere and reminiscent of the breeze of early summer, filled the promise of long, golden days. Elizabeth felt the words in the deepest part of herself, somewhere that she was certain no one had been able to access for a long time. She drew in a shaky breath, stuttering over the tangible love that was shining in hazel eyes that she was desperate to lose herself in.

"I love you, too," she murmured against his cheek, and she could feel him smiling against her as rays of sunshine stretched over them, reaching into endless days just like this one.

It's only been

One night of love

And maybe

That is not enough

Hold me tight

Don't let me breathe

Feeling like

You won't believe