#phira

Dragonflame (龙焰) by Kirara Magic

custom chart by 银星杂货铺

by MV are the Miselable @ phixiaom666

WORD COUNT: 600+ RATING: T / 13+ WARNINGS: Suggestiveness, Implied Nudity

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The crack of dawn paints itself along patterned sheets. Despite not having an alarm set, Steve’s internal clock ticks, causing him to awaken from his peaceful slumber. Squinting against the harshness of the sun, he softly grunts as he sits himself up.

Deeply exhaling through his nostrils while running his hand through his hair, he looks over to his side. There, nestled under the sheets with her back upwards and her face towards the sun, was Phira.

Staring deep into the etches along her skin, Steve’s eyes grow soft as he leans in towards her. For him, it was no secret that she rarely slept in a position that wasn’t on her back; something about “needing to be ready at all times,” as she once worded it.

But here? She was comfortable. She was safe…something he always wanted for her.

Lightly sighing, he reaches over and gently brushes away the few locks of hair that cover her nape. Muttering something inaudible under his breath, he places his index finger along her neck and begins to run it down her form, her skin responding to his touch ever so slightly.

As he reaches the small of her back, he hears a soft but tired hum, causing him to stop. Pulling back, he watches her turn towards him, her eyes foggy from being in a daze. As she begins collecting herself, her gaze lingers up towards him, her lips forming into a gentle smile.

“Mornin’, love,” he greets, his voice low. “Morning,” she reciprocates.

Staring at each other in silence for some time, the moment is lost when Phira’s curiosity gets the better of her.

“What time is it?” She asks in a somewhat sleepy manner. Turning over and grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she observes that it’s a few minutes before 5:00.

Getting lost in her phone screen as she remains in a slight daze, her eyes begin to lower when she feels something warm along the back side of her body and stomach. Looking over, she meets Steve’s gaze again, his chin resting along her shoulder, his hand gently pressing into her as he holds her against him.

“Sorry if I woke you,” he apologizes, his nose brushing along the crook of her neck.

“It’s all right,” she assures while putting her phone back. Leaning into his body, she feels his warmth meld with her own, offering her a sense of comfort.

Feeling gently peppered kisses against her skin, she closes her eyes and stifles a laugh.

“Hmm~? Was last night not enough for you?” She teases, feeling his fingers push into her just enough for her to flex into him more. Turning her head to look at him, she meets his gaze and kisses him, letting him guide her onto her back as they kiss some more.

Feeling him break away, she opens her eyes and stares at him, the exposed parts of his body being kissed by the sun.

“You’ll always be enough,” he tells her, causing her heart to pick up and her face to flush. Getting a bit flustered, she averts her gaze briefly. Sensing her subtle hesitation, his eyes begin to narrow.

“I mean it, Phira,” he says, this time with a bit more seriousness as she returns her attention to him.

“I know,” she smiles, growing soft while reaching for his face and cupping it in her hands. “Thank you.”

Sharing one last kiss together, the couple stares at one another, their lips perched into wide smiles as they decide to take a bit more time to lay in bed and cuddle before starting their day, the energy of the room tender and light.