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He tried for a kiss first thing that morning, it was a part of his everyday routine, but your yawn stopped him from leaning in any further. He tried going for it again, but quicker than ever were you already making your way to the bathroom.

He’d just get one when you returned.

Or so he thought. He dozed off, only waking up when the aroma of breakfast filled his nose. Dragging himself from bed, he followed the heavenly smell into the kitchen where your back was turned to him. “Good morning, love.” He softly announced, “It smells amazing in here.”

The sound of his voice made you turn around, his bed hair making you smile. You always thought he looked unreasonably cute in the morning. “Good morning!” You chirped, you were unrealistically happy for someone who didn’t necessarily fall under the category of a morning person. “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.” You told him. You were finally beginning to wrap up things in the kitchen, you turned back around.

“That’s sweet of you, thank you.” Asra appreciated the gesture of care you attempted to show, it would have been perfect if he actually stayed in bed for it.

He’d make up for it with a good morning kiss.

Asra took a few steps forward before his hands came to hold your hips. His chin rested on your shoulder as he leaned over to watch what you were doing. His white hair tickled your ear, and you wriggled out of his grip, quietly laughing, just as he was moving in to press a kiss to your cheek. Usually, you’d return it with a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Your hair, Asra! I can’t focus with your hair tickling me.” You took a glance at him, unable to suppress your grin.

He was more interested in kissing you than the trouble his hair would get him in. You were forgetting the most important thing your mornings consisted of, he just had to subtlety spell it out. “I think you’re forgetting something.” He half-jokingly stated, puckering his lips up to make kissing sounds, all while pointing to his mouth. “If only there was a way to make it up..” He feigned sadness, blinking his eyes multiple times as if on the verge of crying.

Even with the expression playing on his face, you noticed mischief dancing in his violet eyes. “Well..” You playfully stared, tapping your finger on your chin as you pretended to think. “I guess there is one thing that slipped my mind. It just so happens to be the perfect way to atone for my forgetfulness, too.” You inch closer to him, and his gaze never falls from you.

He fought the urge to smile upon feeling your warm breath ghost over his lips. Your eyes slipped closed, anticipating the kiss to come. He could almost feel his lips on yours as—

BEEP BEEP!

When night came, It bothered Asra more than it probably should have. Going a full day without as much as kissing you was driving his insane. He spent so long long without you as his partner, and now that you were, he didn’t want to waste any second without expressing his love.

After a bath, you’re getting ready for bed when you hear him call your name. You look up just as he enters the room. The silk fabric of his robe sticks to his wet body as he walks to the edge of the bed. He ditches the robe as he settles in next to you.

With a deep breath from him, the candles lighting the room die out, except for two single candles on either side of the bed illuminating the darkness. He doesn’t say anything, yet you notice his eyes trailing over your face. He stares wistfully at your lips the longest.

“I want you kiss you.” Asra suddenly expresses. It’s a clear statement that leaves you a bit confused. He never mentions wanting to kiss you unless he’s not sure whether or not you would be okay with it. But you made it clear a long time ago that his affection was always welcome.

Your brows furrow, “Why don’t you?” You curiously ask. In the dim room, you eyes adjust to the darkness which allows you to see his thoughtful gaze.

He hesitates before answering, a sigh falls from his lips as he carelessly shrugs. “Because something’s bound to stop it from happening.” He makes a face as if to say, ‘I would know’. You watch him push aside the curl hiding his face, “I’ve tried all day.”

You don’t worry yourself with an answer. Instead, you lift your head from your pillow and invade his personal space. Your lips find his soft ones as you press firmly against them. Almost instantly, what was supposed to be a gentle goodnight kiss, turns fervent and eager. Your lips part and his skilled tongue delves into your mouth, exploring and mapping out every inch and corner.

The kiss breaks with both of you breathing heavily. You stare at each other, grinning from ear to ear. “Maybe we should start holding off on kissing until the day is over,” You suggest, and he shakes his head in a haste to disagree.

“I don’t think I can go another day like this.” He goes in for another kiss, but ironically, you yawn. He laughs to himself, deciding to press a soft kiss to your forehead instead, “Goodnight, my love.” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You feel yourself falling asleep to the lulling beat of his heart.