#soft ash

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Ashton always had a knack for being able to fall anywhere, in any position, in seconds flat. A knack you were deeply envious of as it always took you forever to fall asleep, only made harder when you didn’t have the soundtrack of Ashton’s soft snores to help lull you to sleep. Ashton, to his credit, needed his magic ability more than you did, and he was always more than content to leave you sleeping when he woke up before you- which is just what he happened to be doing now.

A smile crept across his face as he saw you sleeping peacefully next to him. The morning sunlight streaming in from the window lit up your hair that was splayed across your pillow like a soft golden halo. Your shoulders gently rose and lowered with each breath that you took.  He loved moments like this- when time seemed to stop and it was just him getting to admire his beautiful girlfriend. He ever so carefully reached for his phone to snap a picture of his sleeping girlfriend. After he took the picture, he looked at the time- 6:25 am- before putting his phone back on his nightstand. 5 minutes, he thought to himself.

For the next five minutes, he laid there next to you, in perfect contentment, wishing the five minutes would drag as slowly as possible because he was going to hate what happened once it was over.

The alarm on your phone rang shrilly. Your eyes flew open to stop the noise, before rolling over to see Ashton, who was still staring at you and mentally cursing the damned alarm for ruining his morning. Unless… he leaned over and kissed you good morning. It was his normal soft kiss that quickly deepened to his “I need you” kiss.

“Mmm,” you smiled into the kiss. “It’s not Saturday, Ash. It’s Tuesday,” you mumbled at him once you had pulled away.

“Is it? I had no idea,” he said, kissing you again in the same manner. He needed to hold you in his arms. He needed to stare at nothing but you. He needed to kiss you like it was Saturday. He needed you to stay right here with him.

“Mmm, Ash. I gotta get ready. Coffee,” you told him, the sound of coffee dripping into the pot and the smell of it assaulting your senses, waking you up.

“No,” he said simply. Coffee meant you were one step closer to being out the door. He knew you had a thousand things to do today, but all he wanted was for your head to find that sweet spot between his shoulder and neck. Despite always being a morning person, Ashton really hated mornings that took you away from him. All he wanted was to stay wrapped up in the sheets with you all day long.

His hand reached out to grab you as you started to get out of bed. “Ash…” you grumbled, “stop, you’re can’t make me late.”

“I bet I can make that a lie,” he said, giving your arm a gentle tug.

Despite yourself, you giggled and let yourself be pulled into his arms, your head going straight for the sweet spot between his shoulder and neck. You breathed him in- he was way better than coffee and the world waiting for you outside. Your responsibilities would always be there, but it was a rare occurrence for Ashton to have a day to spend curled up in bed with you. And you both wanted to take advantage of it. Surely the rest of the world could wait a day.