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It's been a few weeks and they haven't spent a single night apart since that one evening. They've basically taken up residence at his place by some unspoken mutual decision. He's made room in his closet and on his vanity and in his kitchen and in his bed. She has a nightstand and several drawers and his bathtub has had more use in the past two weeks then it has the entire time he's lived at this condo.
And though he couldn't possibly name all the things he loves about having her in his space, the list being endless, he knows for certain that one of his favorite things is the mornings with her. He loves waking up early just to watch her sleep, kissing lazily in the morning light. He loves sharing his shower and his coffee (because somehow he has plenty of mugs but she prefers to share with him).
Most of all though, he likes watching her in the mornings. He likes watching her get ready and put on her makeup like it's war paint and fix her hair like she's polishing her helmet, ready for battle. He likes watching her go from his Donna to the world's Donna.
He is also sure that as much as he loves watching her take her clothes off at the end of the day (and he does, he really does) he likes watching her put them on just as much. He likes watching her nimble fingers sift through dress after dress deciding what color of herself she'll present to the world.
She's gives him shit all the time for staring but he finds he just can't help it. He thinks she hung the stars and the moon and he just wants to savor every single moment he has with her because the limited amount of time he has with her will never, ever be enough for him.
So, he continues to sit on the edge of his bed, putting on his shoes and fastening his watch blindly, eyes only focused on her and her morning routine. Then, she's walking toward him, dress have unzipped, turning for him to finish the job.
Yeah, this might be his favorite part. He knows she's capable of doing it herself but she wants him to do it. He likes that. There's something so sexy and intimate about fastening the last piece of her battle armor.
So he zips her up, kisses her neck, turns her toward him so he can admire her like the work of art she is. In return, she fixes his tie and smooths her hands down his chest and places a kiss to his lips and suddenly they're off, ready to start the day.
As he watches her exit the bedroom, he just smiles and thanks the heavens above that he gets to do this every day for the rest of his life.
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