A/N – just a baby bit of fluff…
She loves him in the early morning, all gruff and cuddly, seeking out her warmth as he pulls her deeper under their blankets, refusing to fully wake. His fingers free of rings and chest bare of necklaces, just him and his skin and his everything, all for her as the sun begins to rise and the world slowly comes to life.
She loves him when he surprises her, grilled cheese delivered with a kiss, the leather of her bug mysteriously polished until it gleams, her favorite Chinese food and her favorite pirate waiting for her after a long day. His eyes sparkling azure, alight with happiness at being the reason for her smile, making her want to smile all the more.
She loves him when he's brooding, all darkness and angles, silent for days as ghosts mingle with memories and melancholy settles in. His cheeks are rough with course stubble against her fingertips as she runs the sharp blade along his cheek, the soft skin she leaves behind a promise of a new day.
She loves him most on days like this, after a long day at sea with his chest puffed proudly as he stands at the helm, salt tinging her lips as she seeks his sun kissed cheek. His hair, usually meticulously coiffed, is windblown and in disarray, the dark locks falling into his eyes making him look younger and her feel more carefree.
When the sun setting on the horizon begins to cast them in silhouette behind the sail, she finds his lips, slightly chapped and warm against her own, her kiss bestowing a promise to love him always.