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It’s one of those rare Saturday’s where you have the day off and Pope’s family isn’t expecting anything from him. No jobs, no meetings, just the two of you wrapped in each other's warmth for the day.

You hadn’t exactly planned to stay in bed all day. You had actually made an effort to try and do something productive. After sleeping late into the morning, waking to Pope’s figure pressed against your backside, holding you to his chest, you’d gotten up. Brushed your teeth. Took turns using the shower. Even made breakfast together, scantily clad in one of Pope’s old t-shirts while he stood at the counter in his boxers, mixing batter for pancakes.

However, once your bellies are full and you let Pope kiss the syrup off your lips, hands trailing up your hips and under your shirt, you find yourselves back in bed. 

It doesn’t take long for Pope to pull your shirt up over your head and remove his boxers, settling himself on top of you and pressing soft, warm kisses on your cheeks and down your jaw.

“Could stay like this all day,” he mutters against your skin between drags of his lips on your collarbone. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers weaving into the curls at the nape, and pull his head up to yours so you can kiss him.

“We could, y’know,” you say between kisses. Pope hums in approval against your mouth, prodding his tongue gently against your bottom lip, asking for entry. 

You let him dip his tongue into your mouth, breath hitching as his kisses become hungrier, needier. The heat of his mouth against yours as your tongues swirl in tandem has you digging your nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer so your chests are flush against one another.

The two of you stay like that, exploring each other's mouths, hands roaming up and down each other's bare bodies until you start growing tired again, your kisses becoming slow and lazy. 

Pope wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you with him as he turns onto his side, your legs tangling with his. You let out a giggle against his mouth, causing his lips to quirk up into a crooked smile. 

“What’s so funny, huh?” he breathes against you, faces inches apart. You bring a hand up to push the curls back from his forehead.

“Nothing, just love you,” you sigh, dropping your head so it’s tucked against his chest, right under his chin. Pope drops his head slightly so he can place a kiss against your hair.

“Love you too,” he whispers, big hands rubbing up and down your backside. The two of you lay there intertwined, silent except for the sounds of each other breathing. You’re so relaxed that you find yourself slowly drifting back to sleep, warm and safe in his arms. 

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You wake slowly, fading in and out of consciousness, aware of Pope’s body still pressed flush against yours, arms still looped around you. 

“Hey,” he murmurs against your hair, already awake.

“Hi,” you yawn, nuzzling your head further into his chest. “Hope you haven’t been awake for too long.”

“Not long. Didn’t want to wake you. Just wanted to hold you while you slept a bit longer,” he admits.

“What time is it?” you ask, attempting to untangle yourself from him in search of your phone on your nightstand. Unwilling to let you go, Pope pulls you back to him.

“Doesn’t matter. Left our phones in the kitchen when we made breakfast. Don’t need them though, just need you here with me,” he says, letting out a sleepy groan as he squeezes you in his arms. It seems impossible to get your body any closer to his, but Lord is he trying. 

You spend the rest of the day repeating the same cycle. Cuddling, sleeping, making out. In the afternoon, when you get a bit restless, Pope settles you down with his mouth against your clit, sucking and kissing it until you come undone for him. 

After another nap you return the favor, circling your tongue around the tip of his length as he tangles his fingers in your hair, letting out a strangled groan when you take him into your mouth fully. When he hits his climax, his cock spasms as he releases between your lips. 

Spent, he pulls you up to him so your naked body lays flat atop his. He kisses you a few times, hands coming up to tuck your hair behind your ears and cup your cheeks.

“You ready to get up?” you ask, unsure of the time. With the blinds closed and the rain still pounding against the windows, unrelenting, it could be evening by now and you’d have no idea.

“Mhm,” Pope sighs. “Just let me kiss you a bit more first...”