His curtain was open the next morning, which was how the light managed to crawl into his room and stab at his eyelids. Ray groaned and moved to sit up when a warm weight on his arm held him down. Looking over to his side, he saw beneath his sheets the outline of a soft curve, a deep slope, and the peak of a hip. The only part sticking out from under the covers was the silky black hair splayed all over his pillow. Gently, so as not disturb the slumbering girl, Ray used the arm that wasn't pinned to the mattress to pull the comforter back and reveal her face. His breath caught.

In the early morning light, her skin was gold and her hair was like ink. The sun softened her already round features to make them melt against her skin like an impressionist painting. He wanted to sketch the contours of her face and, pulling the blanket down further, the smooth lines of her body.

She was wearing a red spaghtetti-strap top that had ridden up to sit below her breastline and a pair of dark red pajamas pants that were hanging low on her hips. She shivered and pressed herself into him, making him shiver and press himself into her but probably for completely different reasons.

He tried to remember what had happened the night before but all he remembered was telling Bobby to get off his damn phone before falling asleep. He was sure he would have remembered if they did anything worth remembering, right? Just to be safe, he'd ask her when she woke up, which, by the looks of it wasn't going to be any time soon.

She was like a deadweight on his arm, making the appendage go numb but he was far from complaining. Instead, he studied her face some more and tentatively skimmed his fingers along the expanse of her soft abdomen to resist the urge to sketch.

Her face really was lovely with thin black eyebrows and soft eyelashes that rested delicately against her cheekbones. The slope of her nose curved roundly as did her chin and her lips were full and pouty with no cupid's bow. Her ears were elfin and mischievous but in the soft dawn, they were just delicate like the rest of her. He didn't often think of her as delicate- because in all reality, she wasn't- but it was easy to pretend she was when seeing her like this, how he'd never seen her before.

Across the room, Bobby mumbled something into the stillness of the room that made her wake up. Jubilee's eyes fluttered open.

Ray became conscious of the hand still resting on her hip and pulled it to his side. He held his breath as he waited for her to say something, or possibly explain why she was there. Instead, she just stared up at him with a sweet smile and sweet doe eyes. She looked like a painting.

"Good morning," she giggled, sounding very out of character. The Jubilation Lee he knew only snickered or chuckled (or cackled on occasion) but never giggled. Giggles were for Rahne and Kitty and Jamie and Kurt.

She rolled over so that she facing him, head still resting on his forearm. She pressed a sleepy kiss into the pit of his elbow that made his heart stop and throat catch. Smiling languidly up at him, he watched every shade of brown in her almond eyes illuminate as the sunlight crawled further into the room. He wanted nothing more than to draw her.

"Good morning," he rasped out, the inexplicable sound of a smile in his voice. He heard her breath hitch.

"What time is it?" she asked with a sleepy yawn.

Looking around for a clock, Ray found none so settled on, "Sunrise."

Her eyes widened and consumed him.

"Sunrise? Wow... maybe I can still make it."

"Maybe."

Neither of the moved.

Actually, that's a lie. She shifted so that her leg was semi-draped over his own and her head was resting on his bare chest. He was disappointed by the loss of her eyes.

"Ray?" she mumbled into his chest, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine.

"Ye-" he cleared his throat, "Yeah?"

"Thanks."

He nodded and patted her back platonically but he let his hand rest there at the curve of her spine. He wasn't planning on moving unless she said anything.

She was quiet for a while. He worried she'd fallen back asleep.

"Ray?"

He let out a breath of relief.

"Yeah?"

"I need to go."

"Yeah."

Again, neither of them moved. She looked up at him and he was absolutely floored by how desperately he wanted to draw her, to trace the lines of her face onto a canvas and fill them with all the colors of the sunrise. She was so beautiful. He wanted to make those eyes last forever.

Bobby turned in his sleep and the two of them jumped apart. Slowly, she sat up like she was rising to meet the sun. Still laying down, he watched her stretch and her shirt fall back down to cover her abdomen, leaving only a little sliver of her waist exposed. Her muscles winding and unwinding cast warped shadows on her shoulderblades that he wanted to sketch. He was so close to asking.

The bed creaked as she moved over his legs to sit on the edge of the bed. She leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead, her hair coming down to form a silky curtain around them.

All too soon the sun rose above the horizon and he was left blinking, wondering if it was all a dream. He reached beneath his bed and pulled out a sketchbook.

I thought Ray deserved some character development, so I gave him the morning after. Definitely a lighter note than last chapter. This is a two-shot, so there probably won't be another chapter after this. Still, please review and let me know what you think. I love this ship so much.

Basically, Lissy