a/n: for OTP Week Challenge
beneath me - summer - 327 words - T - Romance
Sunlight streams through the open windows, bright and vivid and full of life. Summer is here, and the kids are in the streets and the two of them lie in bed, their sheets a dirty rat's-nest tangle of cloth and splayed limbs.
She wakes first, blinking sleep from her long, dark lashes and turning around blearily to see her partner in bed beside her. She thinks, I can't believe it; this gorgeous, sexy man is really sleeping to my side. This is a dream.
He wakes soon after and derails that particular train of thought with a sunny smile and messy green hair cascading all around his head, the sun catching the jade strands and turning his head into a halo.
"Hey," he says, grinning like they didn't just have sex hours ago, like the two of them didn't fuck like animals and were desperate, needy for each others' touch, like he isn't completely naked (as is she) and doesn't feel ashamed.
There are no what-ifs for him or her. There is only comfort.
"Good morning," she replies, rolling over to lay her head on his bare chest. "Sleep well?"
"Did you?"
"Yeah," Touko murmurs, running a hand appreciatively over the swell of leonine muscles that make up his body, trailing her fingers over the bulge of his biceps. "Yeah, I guess I did."
His smile broadens. "What's with the hair? You look like you rolled over and got pinned beneath me during the night."
"I should be saying the same thing, grasshead," she retorts, but laughs. "Fuck, this is so awkward. You look like you have a worse case of bed-head than I do. And you're a guy."
"Well, we can worry about bad hair days later," he responds, straddling her and pressing his lips onto hers for a quick, passionate kiss. His smiling is contagious. "After...this?"
"After this," she agrees, kissing him back.