Note: Written in answer to the prompt "Imagine your OTP laying in bed tangled up in each other and the sheets, watching the rain hit the window while it's storming outside."
Rain
Lying there, with his arms around her, his warm breath tickling her ear as they listened to the soft patter of rain against the window pane. The worst of the storm had passed, but they hadn't paid it much heed at the time.
"I should return you to your room, lest you be missed," he whispered.
She turned back to him then, lacing her fingers through his hair, lips nearly brushing his with her reply, "I'm not ready to go just yet."
Her mouth was upon his before he could even think of protesting. Any argument he might have had was lost in her body entwining with his in the darkness. The rain had long since ended by the time she finally returned to her own bed for the night.