The only indication that it was morning was that racket the birds were making. This annoying twittering was no welcome sound to Shindou Shuichi, and so he keep his eyes shut, hoping in vain that he would be able to fall asleep again.
But, to no avail. Finally sighing resignedly and opening one of his eyes a crack, he stretched lazily, cat-like, against the pillar of warmth beside him that was Yuki Eiri.
Glancing around in search of their digital clock, Shuichi groaned in displeasure, realizing the significance of the time; he had to be at the studio today, and he didn't want to be late.
Shuichi closed his eyes again briefly, and then rubbed his cheek against Yuki's pectoral, breathing in deeply. Exhaling slowly, he rolled out of Yuki's embrace, and promptly fell off the bed.
Struggling to remove himself from the abundance of blankets, Shuichi found himself wishing he had just stayed asleep. And although post-coital embraces were now so frequent they were almost repetitive, that didn't lessen the comfort Shuichi always felt; wrapped in his lover's arms...
Finally free, Shuichi tossed the sheets back onto the bed, catching a chance look at Yuki's face as he did so.
Said novelist was still lying on his side, looking comfortable. He was snoring very softly, and a small tuft of his hair fluttered whenever he exhaled. It seemed he had replaced Shuichi with a pillow, which he had his arms wrapped around loosely. He appeared to be mumbling something.
Shuichi walked around the bed so that he was in front of his lover, leaning over so he could hear... "...Shuichi..."
Shuichi's eyes began to water, and he bit his lower lip, fist rising to his mouth to subdue a squeal. "Oh, my Yuki... you're so romantic when you're sleeping..." He leaned over to kiss his boyfriend breathily, trying not to deepen the kiss and cause him to wake up...
"...Well good morning to you too."
So much for that plan. Shuichi grinned, opening his mouth to brag about Yuki's sleep talk... but before he could get anything out, he was promptly pulled into a returned good morning kiss; and he didn't put up much fight, if any.
When Yuki finally released him, Shuichi was once again snuggled deep into his arms, a content smile hovering on his face. "...What was that for?"
Yuki didn't say anything for a moment, just stared back into the younger man's blue eyes. "...I'm not allowed to be loving for a change?"
At that Shuichi's heart skipped a beat. "...Loving...? ...You love me, Yuki?"
Yuki raised his eyebrows, but remained silent. "...'Spose I do." I said calmly, shrugging.
Shuichi didn't say anything. He felt surprisingly... calm. He'd known Yuki loved him, and yet, to hear it... "...I love you too, Yuki." And it wasn't until Yuki was brushing away his tears that he realized he was crying; and then he was sobbing, his happiness simply too much to keep inside.
The studio be damned.
He was staying home today.
END