Peyton woke up to the light sensation of butterfly kisses on her neck and on the underside of her jaw. She blinked slowly, turning her head to meet the kisses with her lips.
"Morning," she mumbled, relaxing back into her pillow again. Brooke smiled; laying her head down next to Peyton's to be at eye level with the blonde.
"It's not morning yet, honey. It's just that I woke up and you were so gorgeous lying there and I just…. God I just had to kiss you." Brooke propped herself up again and leaned over, pressing more kisses onto Peyton's skin. Her lips traveled from Peyton's neck down to her shoulder. Peyton smiled lazily, her hand moving to the side of Brooke's face to gently guide her kisses back to meet her face. Their lips met again.
"I'm so tired," Peyton announced, her eyes never fully opening. Then she smirked. "You wore me out, B. Davis."
"Sorry," the brunette apologized, "I didn't mean to." She kissed Peyton on the lips again, gently but slowly, drawing it out.
"No you're not," Peyton said, pulling out of Brooke's affectionate kiss. She lay back down on her back, playing with a lock of her girlfriend's hair. "But it's okay." The blonde shifted to lie against Brooke, her head on the brunette's chest. Brooke looked down at Peyton with a small smile.
"You are worn out," she noted. There was a slight sense of pride in her tone. She stroked Peyton's hair, relaxing fully into the mattress. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmmkay," Peyton murmured. "Goodnight, Brooke."
"'Night, P. Sawyer." And in a second, Peyton was back asleep.