Liebesgruss

Salut d'Amour (Liebesgruß), Op. 12, is a musical work composed by Edward Elgar in 1888, originally written for violin and piano. It was an engagement present to his wife - at that time, fiancée - Caroline Alice Roberts. Elgar called it "Liebesgruss" (Love's Greeting) because of Miss Roberts' fluency in German.


Prompt: Lazy mornings and whispered words of love


Emerging from her slumber, Relena started to get a sense of her surroundings.

The birds were chirping. The sun was shining. Not fully awake, she vaguely recalled that it was not a work day. She loved mornings without an alarm.

Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of her sleeping lover. Day off couldn't be better than this.

It was rare for her to wake up before him. Careful not to disturb him, she shifted to her side, watching him sleep.

Heero slept on his back, head tilted slightly to the side, one hand behind a pillow. He breathed evenly, slowly, looking in a deep sleep.

There were beginnings of a stubble on his jaw and cheeks. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, his torso on display. Her eyes slid from his bicep to his sturdy neck, chest, down to his pectoral and navel, tanned and precisely sculpted.

He shifted the slightest bit, and the thin sheet on his waist tented, around what looked like a massive morning wood.

She felt a throb on her lower body, deep in the place where she took him in last night. Hot and hard and wonderful.

She was not going to jump him while he was sleeping. He slept little as it was, and rarely so peacefully.

Averting her eyes, she inched to the edge of the bed, trying to remember where her shirt went.

A pair of strong arms went around her, pulling her back down. She thought she was being quiet, but the shift on the bed must have woken him up.

"Where are you going?" His voice was husky, thick with sleep.

"Nowhere," she replied. "Just picking up my shirt."

"Don't," he mumbled.

He nuzzled her neck, dragging his lips on her shoulder and back lazily. The gesture was sweet and instinctive. She felt his warm breath on her skin, the tiny prick of his stubble. That didn't help with her arousal. Oh dear.

"Go back to sleep," she whispered. "I'll be right here."

"Hn." He pulled her closer, just like a pillow. Her back met his bare chest, their legs entangled. Her breath hitched.

His hard member slid between her thighs. She, still stark naked under the sheets, jolted. This was why she had wanted to get clothes.

There was no way she could go back to sleep now. Her heart hammered in her chest. One hand remained pressed on her left breast, there was little chance he didn't notice.

"Relena." His voice sounded awake now.

She turned to face him. "Good morning."

"Good morning," he said. One of his hands went to caress her face, smoothing out her hair.

She must look a mess. He, on the other hand, looked perfect. Hair mussed, eyes half lidded, irises intensely blue around the dark smoulder of his pupils. He looked deliciously gorgeous.

"Breakfast?" she asked.

He went to kiss her. Lingered.

"Later...?" His voice was low. Gentle. Seductive.

Getting into the kiss, she whispered back. "Later."


A/N: It was a very late breakfast.