I suffer from insomnia so now Larten does.

I love to watch him sleep and he knows it.

I adore the way his raven black hair splays out over his beautiful angular face. His slightly parted lips, tinged pink and oh so kissable. The way his dextrous fingers entwine with mine.

Its hard to believe that he can be such a insatiable creature.

He writhes, squirms and thrashes underneath me, always demanding, craving. I adore watching the muscles in his chest stretch and heave, trying to regain his breath as we near completion. His nails embed themselves into my back as he screams my name.

I continue to watch as he slips further into his dreamland, the ghost of a smile etched onto his flawless features.

Other occasions I awake to find him glued to my side, his arms tightly secured against my shoulders or hooked possessively around my neck.

Being as infatuated with him as I am, I cant help but feast my eyes on such a delectable sight.

Never daring to let hands, let alone my lips trail over such perfection.

He is far to precious to be disturbed when he is like this.

Instead I gently pull him closer if possible, always vigilant for the slight twitch of a nose or a fluttering of eyelashes to tell me that I have indeed interrupted his blissful slumber. I hold him throughout the night, letting his heartbeat lull me into a most exquisite, dreamless sleep.

I relish in the fact that I am the only one who gets to see him like this.

At times like these my prince is so beautiful, so innocent.

Some nights I find him sprawled on his back, snoring loudly.

Tonight is one of those nights

His limbs are positioned strategically, taking up most of the room which my coffin provides. Ensuring that I shall not sleep at all.

I know from past experience that if I am so lucky to find myself succumbing to the realms of Morpheus, I shall find a elbow in my chest or a distractingly well placed leg. As I carefully clamber in next to him, he sighs happily, and I am somehow able to resist the urge to shove his extended form into the coffin wall.

I still find it amusing that he shall sleep only in mycoffin and only when and if all his requirements are met.

The lid is not allowed to be shut

I must at all times behave myself

I am forbidden to leave him alone inside the said coffin at any given time.

Instead, as I wipe away the small trail of drool making its way down his chin, I pray to any vampire gods that can hear me, that I shall be left undisturbed throughout the rest of the day.

He's still the same brat that stole my spider and always will be.

I couldn't dare ask, let alone want him to change.

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