Sweet Dreams
She lay there, quiet, soundly asleep. Her features were relaxed, her mouth hanging slightly open, allowing breath to be drawn gently in and out. Curled up, hands tucked beneath her chin, she was the sweetest thing he had ever seen. Perfect.
Just then, she let out a loud snore, and he had to stifle his laughter. That was his girl, never quite as sweet as she seemed. He snuggled a little closer, wrapping his arms around her still form, catching the exquisite scent of her hair. He slipped back into sleep with a satisfied grin on his face.
She woke with a small smile on her face, tucked into his chest. His chin rested on top of her head, one arm under her head, the other curled around her waist. She could hear the breath whooshing in and out of his lungs beneath her head, and pulled away a bit so she could see his face.
His mouth was slack, his face vulnerable like it never was when he was awake. She relished the chance to see beneath his carefully constructed bad boy façade to the caring, romantic man he truly was.
She wriggled her way back into his tight embrace, pressing her nose against his chest and inhaling the musky scent of his warm skin. A sense of quiet contentment pervaded her senses, lulling her back to sleep.
Unconsciously, he pulled her even closer, burying his nose in her hair and sighing as she molded perfectly to his form.
They slept peacefully until morning light, sharing breath, limbs twined together on the rumpled bed.