prompt: "my girl looks good in bedsheets", thank you so much!
What Peace Looks Like
"You're having a lazy day?" he teased, switching off the light in the bathroom as he came back in the bedroom.
He didn't think he had been dressed before her since the early days of her coming to stay in Twelve when getting out of bed had sometimes still been an issue. That was a while ago now, though. Ever since she had gotten better and they had started sharing a bed – and a bedroom – properly, she was always the first one up and ready to face the day. She got up at dawn every day while he had a tendency to get up toward noon.
She hummed and stretched, turned her head to look at him. She was still naked, lying on her stomach, the crumpled sheets barely covering up the back of her thighs, her blond hair tousled and half spread on the pillow under her head… There were love bites all along her spine and he was very proud of that. She looked perfectly debauched. She looked… beautiful.
"I think you killed me." she chuckled. "I don't want to get up."
"You're hungry?" he asked. "I'll be nice and bring up a tray."
"Breakfast in bed?" she grinned, rolling on her back, displaying everything she had to display to his appreciative gaze. "That would be an unprecedented treat… I must have been very good."
"You just look good in bedsheets." he smirked. "Can't say no to anything when you're like that."
"Truly?" she laughed. "Well, I will be sure to remember."
He rolled his eyes but put a knee on the bed to lean in and kiss her.
It was mornings like that which made everything worth it. The war, the deaths, the struggles… They were happy, truly happy…
This was what peace looked like.