36. Bliss
A blissful yawn escaped his dry lips.
Awakening from his slumber, the redhead shifted under the covers, moaning softly. With gentleness, Silver rolled over to his left, metal eyes squinting to the faint rays of the morning sunshine that shone throughout the room. He blinked for a few seconds as he adjusted to the low light, and focused them onto the small bundle that rested next to him. "Mn..." he purred, scooting closer to the bundle. His large hand leisurely tugged off the covers from the bundle, revealing the snoozing brunette that was curled up like a ball. Softly, Silver draped his strong arm over her petite waist, and buried his face into the back of her neck and chestnut hair. "Lyra," he called out in a quiet tone, nuzzling her.
She moved—only slightly—and snuggled into the redhead. She was still out like a light.
His lips curled down for a moment. "Wake up, love..."
When Silver received no response, he scoffed—but not arrogantly; rather lazily. "Lazy idiot..." he whispered against her neck, lips tracing at her soft skin. He continued this action; parted lips running back and forth over her soft skin, giving her skin occasional nips. The redhead's fingers drummed onto her hip, then they hooked onto the hem of her tank top. He slowly traced up the tank top to expose her belly, and stopped with another purr escaping his mouth. "Hm... Suit yourself," he murmured, legs intertwined together.
Another blissful yawn.
His eyes closed shut as sleep finally overcame his senses again. More sleep sounded nice.