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Warm, milky rays of sunlight dripped through the curtains like honey, casting a soft glow on your face. The soft rays illuminated a portion of the floor and bed, displaying the picturesque scene. The sun’s gentle glow on the morning air the only disturbance to the setting.

A soft mumble, followed by a twitch of your unconscious eyelids under the light, prompted you awake. Yawning softly, you opened your eyes, your gaze immediately settling on none other than Niki’s peaceful face. 

You’d found yourself wrapped securely in the protective hold of the Austrian, his long arms resting against your waist, holding you close to him. The blankets and sheets had tangled around the two of you as you slept, wrapping you together in an embrace. Niki’s chest rose and fell softly as he slept, the rhythmic beating of his heart thumping softly against your hand, providing you with a soft, lullaby-like effect that gave you comfort. When you inhaled, his scent enveloped you, the faint, but distinct, smell of his cologne still lingering on his skin and clothes.

A delicate smile stretched onto your lips as you sighed gently, observing Niki. The Austrian formula one driver peacefully asleep, holding you against his chest. With careful precision, you reached your arms up, your hands pushing some of his hair from his forehead before slowly transitioning to tangle in his soft brown locks.

Niki emits a low grumble as you massage his scalp and play with his hair, his face scrunching after a moment. Reaching up, you press a soft kiss to his jaw, a smile finding its way onto your face again. “Goodmorning,” you greet, sighing softly in his arms.

Slowly, Niki's eyes blink open, the soft brown irises like milk chocolate. A small smile stretches onto his features, and he places a chaste kiss of his own against your forehead lovingly. He mumbles a good morning back, tightening his grip around you momentarily while he stretches.

“Do you want breakfast?” You ask, your voice a quiet hum. Admittedly, you did not want to leave his embrace, but you were willing to if he wanted breakfast. 

A gentle sigh leaves Niki’s mouth, “I do, but I don't want you to leave,” he admits. Niki often was up by now, but to him, this morning was different. He wanted you to stay here. With him. Cuddling against him in the warm, early hours of the day, the blankets keeping you together.

You chuckle airily at him, your hands still twirling his brown hair absent-mindedly. “Okay then, I won’t.”

Niki sighed contentedly, his eyes closing again as you continued playing with his coffee-coloured hair, your digits occasionally brushing against his scalp in soothing, mindful motions, emitting soft sighs of pleasure from the Austrian man. He felt so euphoric, tangled up with you. Enraptured by your gentle touch and your honeyed voice, dripping in his ear. He was in such a bliss that he’d found himself dozing off again, the feel of you in his arms comforting him as sleep overtook him once more.

Together, you both fell back asleep. Each others presence enough to give you a solace in which you found yourself at peace within the others arms. Pressed together, the only sounds emitted from the room being soft snores of sleep. Neither of you minded, however. Both of you too wrapped up in the love for the other to care.

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