Prompt 45: Moon
When it wasn't illuminating the skin of the person he lay beside, Laurie didn't care much for the moon. It wasn't that the celestial sphere was an ugly creation of God or that it was useless and unhelpful, it was just that there were more pressing issues to be addressed whenever it made itself present.
Laurie's hand paused over the swell of skin he had caressed for the past hour and he watched his lover's face with concern. Jo had been a bear today, storming about the library and growling at him to hurry with his studies, "she hadn't all day" and fixing a haphazard tea which on a good day would have been dangerous to eat. Once she had changed and they'd climbed into bed Jo rolled on her side to face a wall of windows and proceeded to ignore him until she had finally fallen asleep with a frown on her face.
It wasn't the best day.
He saw the way Jo's eyes moved back and forth under her lids and Laurie wondered what had caused such a turn in her manners today. Supposing, if it had anything to do with the glowing orb that shone through the tall windows over her head and the stories of lunatics and madmen roaming the asylums so late at night once a month.
Laurie cracked a smile at his thoughts, for though he rarely understood some of Jo's quirks and desires he could hardly blame it on anything other than the wonderful person herself. After all, that was the person he loved and if he didn't love her for the things he found odd he might as well be in love with her cooking.
Feeling a little ill at the reminder of his dinner, Laurie rolled over onto his back, tucking the pair of hands that dearly liked to roam another's body under his curly crop. His eyes grew heavier blink by blink but still he continued to stare at the moon as he decided that despite its annoyances and inconveniences at the time, Laurie did rather like the bad days because that certain someone beside him would always be there for the next.