As Aria felt the surface of consciousness penetrate through her deep sleep, she made a soft sound, a sigh, against the man that was holding her tightly, his hands linked with hers, their legs tangled. They always slept like this. She turned her head to watch the soft features of her teacher still deep in sleep and thought how perfect he was when he was asleep. More so now than ever, she loved him.
He was as vulnerable as her, they had realised this on their early dates.
They both had their secrets.
She turned her body softly, her head resting against his chest, settling to listen to his heartbeat. His bare chest was hot – the warmth she knew and loved. She drew patterns on his hips and watched him stir slightly. As his eyes flickered open, his beautiful dark blue eyes. His lips curved into a soft, adoring smile as he saw her looking up at him with her large doe eyes.
"Morning," she breathed against him. He didn't respond with words, he responded with a soft kiss against her lips, a smile breaking them apart. She curled around him more, his hands ghosting down her spine, down the small of her back, his hands curving around her soft hips, her eyes wandering over her face.
One word always fell from his lips: perfection.
He stroked her cheek and watched her porcelain face softly.
"I love you," he whispered.
He did.
As he cupped her face once more, she knew that all the consequences that surrounded their love, was worth it.