Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a thing. Thanks for not suing!
(A/N: a very short little ficlet that some random soul searching and a chat with a nice mate inspired. This is quite cute and fluffy, even for me, but I hope you enjoy. PIES!)
Waking Up…
It's funny waking up with someone you've been after for awhile.
Just as your mind clarifies into consciousness and your body starts to feel the warm presence of duvets, pillows and something else, you realise that your arm isn't hugging a pillow… It's wrapped around someone's waist and a naked waist at that! The tip of your nose can feel soft skin and messy hair just in front of you and you realise it belongs to her.
You mentally skip and jump and scream, whilst your body just glows.
You feel connected, safe and so much better for having woken up next to that certain someone. Not that waking up to a nice cosy pillow was all that bad, but lets face it, this is way better! When you open your eyes you see something that makes your lips twitch into a smile and you realise that those very same lips just touched her skin. Her oh so perfect skin, that if memory serves, you finally got to smother with kisses last night. She stretches slightly and you think to yourself "what's one more gonna hurt?" and then you lay a sweet little nip of a kiss on the nap of her neck.
She sighs happily and you sense she's coming round and, for once, you can't wait. Usually you hate to wake her up. Especially if she's had a hard day, like a meeting that ran on too long, a crappy press conference or yet another attempt on her life. Poor girl, no, lady… Well actually, Princess or maybe Queen or perhaps "soon-to-be-President" would be better? It's no wonder she wanted to run away from that press gig yesterday. Only twenty (soon to be twenty-one) and she's done so much for the world and they still want more. I know she's a politician, but either way it's a pretty raw deal, hence last night.
But you're excited any way. You wonder what's the first thing she'll say. Will she role over first then open her eyes? Will she smile first or…
"Hey" She says groggily.
Who knew Relena Darlain-Peacecraft (or was that Peacecraft-Darlain? I could never remember) wasn't a morning person. Well actually I knew that all ready due to an incident with some poking and a dangerous looking heel flying past your ear. Best not to ask. Yet today she seems to be more… sedated. Must be due to the…er…" work out" we did last night. Not that the whole "work out" was a bad thing.
"Hey"
Neither of you move, you just lay there in your cheap motel linen sheets, resting on lumpy pillows and feel pretty sure that she's smiling her pretty little head off. Just lying there, holding her and occasionally nuzzling her neck.
You feel her turn in your arms and although there's hair in your face making you wanna sneeze… when she's burying her head in your shoulder and pulling you closer, you can't help but let out one of those contented groans and let one of your hands rub her back. Then again, those firm and very naked breasts of hers rubbing against your chest kinda helped.
She whispers something against your chest.
"This feels good. I like waking up next to you…I'm glad you came with me…"
And then that's when you realise, Duo Maxwell, you are one lucky son of a bitch.