The sunlight filtered through the blinds, dust motes drifting gently through the beams and disappearing into the darkness. Finn's arm was slung over her abdomen, his face scrunched against the pillow and his lips slightly parted in sleep. The dusting of freckles across his nose led down his cheeks, pulling her gaze down to the planes of his shoulders, the tenderness of the back of his neck. The heat of his hand was like a furnace, seeping into her skin beneath. But the warm went deeper than that. Warm like lounging in the sun, drinking a cold beer. Warm like laughing until your stomach ached. Her lips tingled with the thought of kissing him, and she disentangled one arm. Like in a dream, she brought her fingers to her lips, and then pressed the kiss to his forehead, his nose, his lips. Despite her gentle touch, he came awake, eyes drifting open, crinkled with the smile already on his lips.
"'Ello beautiful." He said. You're the beautiful one, she thought, but she simply smiled, pulling his face closer with a cupped palm. She kissed him with a silent prayer. You are mine, and I am yours, repeated in every kiss, till she hoped he could taste it on her lips. You are mine, and I am yours.