Original Prompted Dialogue: "What is it about you?"
You can't stop staring. Not this morning. Not with the way the light is peeking through the blinds only to fall on her face just right, so as not to wake her but to highlight every perfect feature.
"You're staring," she breathes.
Her eyes are still closed and for a moment you wonder how you hadn't even realized she was awake, but then you remember. It's her sixth sense, you think, because she always knows, even from across the room, when you're watching.
She smiles now, eyes still shut, and it takes everything you have not to lean over and kiss her. The serenity of the morning is a rarity for you both and for the first time in weeks you have an entire day to simply be. So you wait.
"You're still staring," she says, her voice already losing it's tired husk.
"I can't help it."
She opens her eyes then, her long lashes parting in a series of blinks, a tiny yawn tugging at her mouth as her eyes finally meet yours. You share a moment of silence, a moment of wordless adoration and tacit promises, and the smile on your face grows wider.
"What is it about you?"
The words leave your lips without your knowledge and you blush when you realize you've said them out loud. But she doesn't tease you or laugh, she doesn't even bother with a smartass reply; instead, she just leans forward and presses her lips to yours and all you can feel, all you know, is love.
A/N: This is my ship. It will not sink. Canon or otherwise.