17. in the morning, will you be mine?
Prompt: ''Marry me?''
Post-5B morning cuddling. As overly fluffy as it sounds.
Rays of sunlight filter through the sheer curtains, leaving golden stripes of light and warmth on the bed. One of them tickles her nose, and she slowly starts to wake from a deep, peaceful slumber. Actually opening her eyes takes a while longer, but when she does, she is greeted by a welcome sight. One she wakes up to every day.
''Good morning, beautiful.'' Killian smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
He's probably been awake for a while, but he knows how much she adores sleeping in. It's a Sunday morning and they have nowhere to be, other than right here.
''Good morning.'' Her voice contains all the signs of having just woken up, but at the same time, it's sweet and filled with happiness. She smiles back at him, a reaction that feels almost like a reflex, as natural as holding your breath underwater. Which is something she does often too, when she's drowning in the currents of his blue eyes.
They lay there on their side, facing each other. She slightly props her head up on one hand while he shifts closer to her. His hand traces along her spine, and she can feel his body heat through her loose shirt.
''Nobody called or anything? Has this town really been this quiet for more than two months?'' The pessimistic side of her can scarcely believe it. Storybrooke is usually the most chaotic of quaint little towns, and yet nothing has disturbed the peace in what feels like forever.
''No. But even if it was under siege from an evil leprechaun, I wouldn't tell you. Because you-'' He leans forward, planting a kiss on her forehead before continuing. ''deserve your rest.''
She chuckles at the imagery of an angry little creature wearing green clothes with a rainbow and a pot of gold in the background.
She puts her lips on his, and it starts off a bit sloppy due to their wide smiles, but soon it turns slow and soft, and when they pull back they lay their heads on their pillows, content without words.
She's looking at him and she sees love, without feeling a trace of the fear she used to associate with that concept. Very rarely has she described herself as lucky, but right now it's the only word that feels right. She could tell him she loves him right now. She wants to. But it doesn't seem like enough, it doesn't seem to encompass everything they have, and everything she wants them to have. A future as happy as this particular morning. So she says something else.
''Marry me?'' Her heart skips a beat while she says it, but the words are anything but hesitant. She knows she wants this with him, and while this moment wasn't planned, it just feels so completely right.
He's utterly speechless. She clearly caught him completely off-guard, and she bites her lip in an attempt to not laugh at the dumbfounded look in his eyes.
Even though he's still at a loss for words, he doesn't leave her hanging. His kiss tastes like acceptance, passion, comfort and love all at once. His hand cups her cheek and she moves her fingers through his hair while their bodies come impossibly closer together.
It leaves them both breathless and overflowing with happiness.
''That was a 'yes', by the way.''
''I figured.''
Their laughter lights up the room more than even the sun rays on a beautiful morning ever could.