I don't even know why, but when I write things like this, Jade has to be the one that's up, so I changed it around and made it Beck. But this is inspired by something I seen on tumblr, recently.

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His eyes roam around the dim room, only a small amount of light coming from the cracked door that leads to the bathroom. His eyes land on the digital clock, the red numbers flashing in his face; 6:00 am.

Beck's attention is turned as he feels the body that's so very tightly pressed against his shift as she takes a big breathe of air and finally yawns. He then feels her eyelashes move rapidly against his neck to adjust to the light from the bathroom. His hand snakes up his flannel shirt, that she is wearing, it has now become hers as his fingers softly dance across her milky white skin, and he can feel that soft smile against his tanned skin.

Her voice is soft, not strong and powerful, but tired... Beautiful. Really. "I'm tired..."

His grip around her small frame tightens as he pulls her closer to where she is nearly laying on top of him as he presses a kiss to her head.

"Go back to sleep babe." She gives a soft huff and buries herself in the warmth of the man beside her.

"I'm sleeping because I want to." The words are a blur to him as sleep takes over his gorgeous fiancé once again.

His hand still moves softly against the skin of her back as he closes his eyes, the cars below on the New York street feeling his ears. He doesn't sleep though, he can't.

His eyes trace down her gorgeous figure that's covered by silky red sheets and a black soft blanket keeping her warm.

He loves her, he loves everything about her.

The way her breathe fans against his neck and how her hand grips his shirt every now and then. When she shifts herself a little more, pushing her feet under his legs to get warm.

Everything.

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I didn't know how I should have ended that... Good enough?