The warmth of his body presses up against me and seeps into my very core. His slow, even breaths and the rustle of sheets the only sounds in the room.
I feel his hand sleepily inch up my arm, my shoulder, my neck and it finally settles, tangling in my curls. The faint brush of his gentle fingers a pleasant sensation against my scalp and I sigh deeply, content.
"I love how soft your hair is," is what he says next, "It's so springy and silky smooth and I wonder how long it takes to get them like that every day."
"It's called actually taking care of yourself," is what I want to say, but I can't find the energy to when he's combing his fingers through my hair, always so careful. And it always leaves me a boneless mess.
With his hand occupied, he peppers sweet little kisses over my closed eyelids and lashes and he softly mumbles: "You have the prettiest, longest eyelashes and there's no way anyone could beat that."
He pecks me on the very tip of my nose and I never knew a small gesture like that could feel so, so caring and my heart thumps and races. The warmth is so welcoming my arms tighten around him and I bury my head in the crook of his neck and I leave a little kiss there in return.
The hand in my forest of curls shifts and there's a little playful tug on my scalp as he twirls a long strand around and around his finger. My eyes snap open, but I don't bother to grumble in complaint because I know he's not going to stop. He huffs a little laugh in victory and it ruffles the curls. Stupid old man's got me wrapped around his finger.
The sheets rustle when I wrap my legs around his and the brush of skin sends little tingles up my spine. Next thing I know his other hand is on my hip and moving toward my butt and of course I had to squeak in surprise.
A soft "Bunny-chan~" is all he says and so I give his behind a little smack in retaliation. His yelp is very satisfying.
"You know I'm not a bunny, Kotetsu-san."
"Of course you are. The cutest."
I can literally hear his dorky little grin. And I hate how quickly my cheeks heat up because of that and he's totally going to see it. So I bury my face a little deeper into his warmth.
"Guh. Bunny, are you trying to choke me here? I can't breathe with your face pressing so hard on my neck. I'd rather not die because you're such a snuggle bug."
"God, he's going to see," is all that's on my mind, repeating again and again and I squeeze my eyes closed and I don't even notice his body shifting away to peek at my face.
What he sees next is probably quite something because he presses kisses on both my cheeks and finally one on my lips. And it's so gentle and soft that I can't help but return it. His heat envelops my entirety and I've never felt safer.
When it ends, all I can see are his bright eyes in this dark, dark room and I don't need glasses to know it's him.