A/N: Vaguely romantic drabble. I didn't have a particular couple in mind when I wrote it, but...
It was dark when he woke, the lights turned out and sky showing only the barest hints of dawn. Not fully awake, he shifted his position slightly, then relaxed back into the soft cushions of the couch where he had fallen asleep the night before.
She was still there, sleeping beside him with her body tucked into the shelter of his own. He gently draped an arm over her protectively, placing his hand atop hers, feeling the calluses in her palms and fingers, but knowing how small and delicate her hand seemed compared to his...
Someone had placed a blanket over the two of them, and he welcomed the gesture, taking in the warmth provided by the layers of fabric and the body before him. For a few moments, he blissfully lay there, feeling so comfortable and so safe; and somehow, knowing that his desire to protect her from the threatening world with all its dangers could only be natural, given everything that had happened the day before.
He opened his eyes slightly, gazing out the window again. He could see a streak of pink across the dark sky, the first light of dawn as the sun began to rise.
He gave her a gentle shake. "Hey, wake up. The sun's rising."
She turned a bit, stretching as she tilted her head up to the window. "It's beautiful," she whispered, holding his hand close to her.
He held her with him, together on the couch as they watched the sun rise through the window. It was a kind of peace, lying there with her and feeling her body's warmth, feeling safe and loved, and being filled with happiness, being able to share this moment with her.
He shifted again, and suddenly found her gripping his shirt. "Don't go," she whispered, and he realized from the slight shudder in her voice to the shaking of her hand, that she was afraid, afraid of losing him…
He hugged her tightly. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured back, gently kissing her head. "I'm right here with you."