Francis and Mary lay on their sides, a tray of fruits and pastries forgotten on the table near the bed, a cup full of cherries between then on the bed. They've been attempting to have breakfast for nearly half an hour now, but the task is easier said than done, as they constantly get distracted by each other's lips and body. The silk sheet rest on their waist, and Mary doesn't even attempt to cover herself anymore, any reservations she might have had about being naked long since forgotten. He takes a cherry, running it over her breast and down her arm, his mouth following suit to lick the sweetness of her skin.
"Francis!" She giggles, his beard tickling her, his lips making her stomach flutter in a completely different way. "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying my breakfast." He answers her, his lips pressing a quick kiss that tastes of cherries upon her mouth. He lays back down on his side, popping the fruit in his mouth, his eyes gazing adoringly at her. He smiles at her and her lips return the gesture almost on their own. She's been smiling so much lately her cheeks almost begin to hurt.
"Here, try one." He grabs a ripe one and feeds it to her, and she bites down on the red fruit, a bit of juice running down her lower lip. He wipes it off, sucking his thumb afterwards. "They're good, aren't they? And at this time of year."
She nods, the sweet flavor in her mouth almost as good as seeing him so relaxed and at ease. They're so thoroughly comfortable with one another. It's one of the best things this time alone has offered them, their responsibilities put on hold for a few months, their time to use as they please. It's pure bliss to wake up next to him every morning, and for him to be the last person she speaks with before she falls asleep, always in his arms. She could truly live in this bubble for the rest of her life.
"I don't want to leave here." She tells him, and his brow furrows slightly.
"Here? I thought we were leaving for Anet tomorrow morning. But if you want to stay a while longer, I believe we could manage that..." He explains, and she smiles at his trying to change their plans to please her, but that is not what she meant.
"I mean here in this moment." She tells him, extending her arm across the bed to entwine her fingers with his. "I don't ever want to go back."
He pulls her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it, and then to her wrist. Her fingernails scratch his beard softly when he lets go of her, smiling. She's almost mesmerized by the way he looks so early in the morning; his blue eyes clear like the sky outside.
"Shall I tell you a secret?" He asks, his mouth pulls up in that teasing smile she so loves to see on him. He grabs the cup of berries between them and reaches over her to drop it on the bedside table.
"I don't want to go back either," he confesses, whispering in her ear and then climbs on top of her, adjusting the sheet so it still covers them at least a little. The season is winter even if they tend to forget, their bed is always so warm. "and we don't have to," he leans down to press a kiss on her neck, her pulse speeding up underneath his tongue. "just yet." A wide smile is the answer to his words, and she pulls his mouth down to hers then, pure happiness singing in her chest.