Morning Pleasure

He wasn't sure about other people…

But he knew he had a favorite view to fall asleep and wake up in the morning to. He hadn't even known that he had it until she came waltzing into his life like a dancer out to seduce the whole world. The best part about the entire thing was the opportunity to pick out the tiniest details for visual consumption from the moment he opened his eyes.

It wasn't always the same. There were times when he was granted a view of her lying on her back almost like that princess in Sleeping Beauty. Other times, she had her back turned to him and he could stare at her profile outlined in weak sun rays all he wanted — gaze roaming over every dip and curve detailed just right. There were also pesky moments when a body pillow would ruin the perfect view. He disliked those. But it made an adorable image, so half of him wasn't complaining. However, his favorite was whenever her face was in full display, a hand pillowing her head while the other was wrapped loosely around his torso or lying limply between them.

He could count this morning was one of the more blessed ones…

Pressed up against him like she was; nothing between them but gloriously bare skin, bodies molded together underneath the soft cottony sheets. The weakest of the sun's early morning rays filtered through the bedroom window in his yacht, bathing her pale skin in warm light. A single glance at her face revealed delicately parted peach lips, lightly fluttering eyelids framed in dark lashes, and a slight flush to her cheeks that were likely the result of what had transpired just last night.

Not even bothering to stop, he let his fingers do as they pleased — tracing over every arch and every bow; over every dip, bump, and delicate curve.

This was his second favorite activity in the morning…

Running his hands over her body — admiring a work of art. He would keep at it until she would respond. He would leave butterfly kisses across the skin he could effortlessly reach until her hot breaths against his neck would give way to a sultry soft moan — until those pretty lids would open and reveal irises fashioned out of warm melted chocolate.

He was busy mapping kisses across her neck spattered with light blue marks (his handiwork from last night), and he was slowly getting to her chin when he heard her sigh and hum. Smiling deviously against her supple skin, his grip on her waist (above the sheets) tightened, so he could pull her body closer — if that was still possible.

"G'morning." She mumbled, trying to shift into a more comfy position tucked against his side as he gradually rearranged himself so he was half on top of her.

"Morning." He watched her heavy eyes succumb to closing again and he laughed lightly under his breath. Such a stubborn morning person.

Nevertheless, she didn't protest when he tilted her chin up with a single finger, so he could lay a long and sweet kiss on her tempting lips. Pulling apart and leaving the barest of inches between them, he watched the corners of her mouth pull up into a small smile as she slowly opened her eyes to see the lovely blue of the ocean waters trapped in her lover's eyes.

"Class is in a few hours." The smile slowly morphed into a grin as she leisurely draped her arms across his shoulders, his body covering hers underneath the sheets.

He hummed in agreement while he resumed the previous task of leaving open-mouthed kisses across the length of her pale neck. Sighing in approval, she tilted her head at a certain angle to grant him more access — only half mindful of the dull ache some of the new hickeys were causing. The kisses traveled from her neck to her jaw and up to her ear, where his hot breath fanned against the sensitive skin and made her shiver.

"So what do you say we start the morning off with a bang?"

Her gasp when he nipped at her earlobe was just the start of his favorite morning song. He only chuckled deviously when she swatted his shoulder lightly — likely not impressed with his choice of words.

"Aster, why do you have to be such a pervert?"

She groaned when he only laughed quietly against her cheek. Her body shifted some more underneath him when his hands briefly glided over her supine form beneath the bed sheets and slowly parted her thighs, eager to indulge in the bliss that would slowly envelope them both once they started.

"Aster."

He loved hearing his name spill from her lips — even more so when she started calling for him in the throes of sexual pleasure. But the way she said it now made his heart clench pleasurably, and he easily leaned into her touch when she cupped his face in both of her hands, her own breath fanning teasingly against his lips as she brought their faces closer.

"What do you need, Love?" Was the quiet inquiry as he nuzzled her face.

"Won't you kiss me?"

They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, right before Aster didn't hesitate and slowly captured her sweet lips into a lingering and heavy kiss. Tongues entwining, drinking in each other's essence. A kiss so heady that it made Alexis' head spin — even behind closed lids. It was more than just the steady rocking of the yacht as it stayed in the docks. The scent, the feel, the thought of him was enough to dissolve the rest of her world into a swirling mess. Sometimes, she was even convinced that being with Aster Phoenix was some kind of drug to her body's system.

It was all pleasure… Pure unadulterated gratification.

With every kiss and every touch; thrust after thrust had her sighing and moaning, crying out his name again and again, like the most reverent of prayers, as he drove them both over the edge.

And yet another morning was spent in the indulgence of earthly pleasure.

Heavenly, messy, lovely sensual rapture…

A/N: I HAD to get this out of my system. Mostly because I can't stop thinking about it. So I had to. I would have loved to write a full lemon, and perhaps I will in the not so distant future.

We'll just have to see…

And I know there aren't that many Rareshippers out there. But if there are… And if you stumbled across this, thanks for reading ;)