Prompt: Confession
Summary: Words don't come easy.
Mornings were cold in Lea's one-room apartment, the furnitures old and used, the smell of sea washed in through the cracked window by the huge and mostly empty armoire. The cold was a perfect excuse to pull the covers over his head and move in closer to Isa, to place his arm around his waist and rest his head on Isa's bare back and share his warmth. The bed creaked, a subtle reminder that it was carrying more weight than it was built for, and Lea smiled. All of this was his. After years of fighting, of more downs than ups, he finally had a place that was his, theirs, though it would be hard to get Isa to admit it.
Isa's heart thumped gently, in rhythm with the soft rise and fall of his back. Lea traced his fingers up Isa's arm, down his shoulder and down his back over and over again, his fingers following a specific pattern, a thought with an echo that rang silent in Lea's head. Isa's heart beat faster, he held his breath. Lea kept tracing the same pattern, leaving words down Isa's shoulder blade and down his side, until Isa turned his head to Lea's side and moved slightly to catch Lea's attention.
The faint blush on Isa's cheeks was alluring, so much so that Lea moved in close, their foreheads touching.
"I love you, too," Isa said in a whisper, Lea's confession still pleasantly tingling across his back.
