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there’s a wisp of movement and suddenly the room is significantly darker, a lazy bit of magic drawing their curtains shut with a wave of her hand. cäcilia rolls atop him smoothly, settling in between his splayed legs and her fingers drawing absent-minded patterns across his chest. there’s a sleepy smile on her face as she leans down to press a kiss to his lips, slow and hazy and everything he needed first thing in the morning. “mmm, but i thought you wanted to go out for brunch, sweetheart. i’m more than happy to stay all snuggled up underneath the covers, though.”
“ That was--- ” He’s long since stopped trying to figure out the truth of it, but damn, does she manage to catch him off guard every. Single. Time. For a mercy, his face isn’t nearly as red as it can be. Nor has it been so for a good, long while. Not that it matters --- not when she can read him like a book. Especially when she’s so close. Almost too close, one would say. ( Bullshit. As if there was such a thing--- ) Not him. He’s much too busy gathering his thoughts and reciprocating with a kiss of his own to delve too deep into embarrassment. For now.
“ ...that was yesterday. ” Ah, look at that. He can get the words out, after all. “ Relaxing sounds better... Too exhausted today. ” For reasons he’s more than willing to blame her for.













