MORNING
It's a rare occurrence, but she wakes up before him for a chance. Leaning up on her elbow, she watches him sleep for a moment, the way his bare chest heaves with every breath he takes, the way his lashes flutter from time to time.
Carefully she brings her left hand to his chest, drawing absentminded patterns over his frame and connecting the few birthmarks he has there.
His inhale deepens under her touch, and she rolls over to drop a soft peck against his collarbone.
She continues leaving featherlight touches over his skin, up his neck and along his jaw. Tracing the same pattern with her lips in gentle kisses as she tries to rouse him from his sleep.
"Moooaarninnng.."
She chuckles at the sound leaving his lips; she gives him one last peck before leaning back. Waiting for him to open his eyes, she smiles at him when he does.
"Did you say morning? Or moaning?"
He groans instantly, eyes closing as he slowly shakes his head, making her continue with her caress.
He pulls her closer then, rolling them around so that he settles between her legs. Harvey brings his right hand from her waist to the underside of her boob. He cups it then, dragging his thumb over her nipple until it hardens under his touch, making her squirm beneath him.
He leans in and kisses her once, gently rolling his hips against hers as he pulls back, smiling down at her when she's left, catching her breath.
"I said morning," he tells her then, a look shared between them to tell her she hasn't greeted him in return yet.
She opens her mouth to do so, but he brings his index finger to her lip, stopping her from doing so. "I'd rather hear you moaning."