Grey Saturdays
"Its raining outside," she murmured, and he tightened his grip on her waist with a noncommittal "Mm," before nuzzling his face into the warm, sleepy curve of her neck.
"I guess that means we should stay in."
They do stay in, curled against each other, basking in the each others' warmth. She maps his body with her fingertips, listening for the sharp intake of breath or the slow buck of his hips that means pleasure, and he learns the hidden trails across her bare skin with his mouth, bodies twisting slowly under the sheets into fantastical shapes in the grey morning light, their soft gasps and moans the only sounds to be heard above the gentle rainfall outside.
Afterwards, he holds her, resting his cheek against her disheveled blue hair as she falls into a sated sleep in his arms, listening to the too-fast beats of their tandem hearts as they slow to a less frenzied rhythm, flush with his love for her. He has never loved anything in his entire life as much as he loves this girl now, he thinks.
Metalicana may have saved his life that cold, grey day in the forest, but this girl, she saved his soul.
He falls asleep with his face pressed to the comforting warmth of her slender neck and the sound of her steady, sleepy pulse over his, the overlapping symphony of a million quiet raindrops dancing on the windowsill outside.
A/N - it's short, but I thought it'd be fitting, with the dreary weather we're having right now.
I swear I'll post something longer soon ;A;