Kiss You Awake, By DS SLASH Rated R.

It's morning, sleepyhead. Can't you feel the sun on your face, picking out golden highlights in your eyelashes, sliding over your skin? I can feel it. You're still wrapped up in a web of dreams, shifting ever so slightly as the images change behind your eyelids. You hair is in your face, and your breath tickles my hand when I move a stray lock off your forehead. You look so innocent there, like a child. But of course, earlier actions have proven you're anything but. God, you were amazing. Candlelight echoes scatter across the room, reminding me of every whisper, every scream, how you took me for hours on end, and how I begged for more.

There are birds singing outside on the windowsill. You know, I used to hate birds. They're ridiculously happy animals, and more than anything they got on my nerves. But now I don't mind them so much. They're not singing for anybody, just because it suits the moment and because they can. Clean, pure tones of sheer joy ringing out like little bells, exulting in the freshness of the morning.

If I knew how to sing, I would sing for you. Not because I have to, but because it would suit the moment.

Do you remember the first time we kissed? We had just been fighting, again. The corridor was dark, and your back was pressed up against the wall as I tried to make you look me in the eyes. When you refused me that, I couldn't stand it anymore. It was clumsy at first, like those kisses you get from a relative or a grammar school friend. I thought you would pull away, but you opened your mouth to me like a prayer, tentatively pulling me closer until there was no space between us. Everything moved so slowly, like time itself didn't know what was going on. Then, it was over as soon as it began. You stammered and I blushed, and we went our separate ways. It was like we didn't think such a thing could be real. But it was, and it is. I wish I could kiss you every moment of the day and every day of my life.

Look at you. You make me laugh sometimes, sprawled out all over my bed like you own the place. In a way, you do. You belong here. I touch your chest lightly, knowing I belong * there*. All the pieces fit together. So you stole my world, and I was captive unto this thief in the night. If this is the case, I hope I shall never be free.

I might kiss you awake, I might go back to sleep, I might just sit here and watch you as the minutes waltz by. No need to rush, Harry. We have all of eternity here today.