There were mornings where they would sleep in late.
They would talk for hours, telling each other stories from their lives. After a 1000 year long lifetime he had many stories to tell but as capturing and thrilling she found these stories, she didn't believe that she could tell him something half as interesting.
But he was captured by everything she said, soaking up every little word and committing it to memory.
Occasionally the talking would stop and would be replaced by surprised gasps, lustful sighs and heated moans.
On those days they would stay in and just enjoy being with the other.
There were other mornings when he had to get up early. After all the French Quarter doesn't rule all by itself. He didn't like these mornings. They were his least favourite ones. It was hard to leave the comfortable king-sized bed with his beautiful queen still in it, her warm soft body so inviting, so tempting. She didn't like these mornings either. She loved it when she woke up on his defined, hard chest while he caressed her hair tenderly and gave her one of those heart-warming smiles.
She would always feel alone when he wasn't there in the morning. The bed seemed too big without him by her side. She would be cold even though vampires normally weren't affected by temperature.
There were far better mornings for both of them. Mornings where sun rays would dip their bedroom in warm golden light. Mornings where they woke up in each other's arms. Mornings where they would exchange tender kisses that spoke of love and devotion. Mornings where they would get lost in the pleasure of indulging in each other.
Mornings where their love for each other became clear for everyone to see. And mornings where it felt like they were the only ones in the world and only the other mattered.
Those mornings were the best.