His fingers ghosted over bare skin, bumping over freckles and rib bones, silently admiring every blemish and every perfection. The touch continued until it reached the rise of their hip where his thumb dipped into the divot of their hip bone, fingers massaging the muscle there. Oikawa hummed as his chocolate orbs wondered over the slopes and curves of the peaceful face opposite him. They were beautiful. They were his everything.
“You’re staring,” their voice was short of a whisper, eyes remaining closed as they pressed themself closer to the warm body next to them. Their hand reached out, curling around Oikawa’s neck and thread their fingers into his soft locks. “It’s distracting.” Their eyes opened then and Oikawa was certain he had lost all of the air in his lungs.
He didn’t answer. He just smiled and closed the space between them to press his mouth to their slightly parted lips. It wasn’t heated. It wasn’t passionate. It was just them; there in that moment. It didn’t escalate beyond that and it didn’t need to. When they parted, he felt their breath shudder against his skin and he couldn’t help the smile that stretched his cheeks.
This was all he needed. Just them pressed together in their too-small bed with nothing separating them. And nothing else. For what more could bring as much joy into his life than what he held in his arms at that moment?
“Now go to sleep,” their voice brought him back as they curled against him, “we have an early doctors visit.”
Ah, that’s right. His happiness was about to become one small person bigger.