[The smile that forms on her face is almost immediate when he presses a kiss to the top of her head. He's waking, she knows. Waking and yet not up and running like she tends to be. It's hard to pretend that she's not fully awake. but when he presses her body closer to his, she doesn't want to do anything else.
Because in his arms, she knows the peace she's been denied since her parents died. She sighs, happy and content. But the restlessness can only be held at bay for so long. Arching her head, she presses her lips against his chest. Then another one, further up.
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Because in his arms, she knows the peace she's been denied since her parents died. She sighs, happy and content. But the restlessness can only be held at bay for so long. Arching her head, she presses her lips against his chest. Then another one, further up.
There are worse ways of waking him.]