small blurb. thinking of morning cuddles with simon.
on a cold autumn morning, the windows are slightly ajar and the fluffy quilts that your mum gave you are over both of your bodies. despite the wind slipping through the cracks of the door, you've never felt warmer.
arms wrapped around your frame as you shift, trying to untangle your legs from simon's. your husband grunts. "lovie, too early fer your squirming.." simon murmurs, his voice muffled under the covers.
you hum a little as response, shifting to bury your face deeper into the knitted sweater he was wearing. something you made the second christmas you had together.
pulling yourself away, your eyes flutter open and focus on the sleeping man in front of you. eyes shut, chest heaving slowly, small snores escaping his lips, and his blonde hair tousled from sleep. you stare, trying to memorize every part of his face.
from the way to the way his lips parted in his sleep, the scars that adore his face, and his presence. you relish in it.
a small smile creeps onto your face as a hand shifts to caress his cheek. pressing your fingers gently to his cheek bone, your thumb brushing his jaw. you find yourself moving before you can stop yourself, a chaste and brief kiss placed on his lips.
when you pull away, you feel your fingers graze your lips as if it was the first time you'd kissed him. it was definitely not the first. and definitely not the last.
simon stirs a little. a very subtle twitch of his lips. he was smiling in his sleep. you can't help but mirror his sleepy smile, finding yourself buried into the soft yarn of his sweater once again.
despite the autumn chill, you'd never felt so warm in his arms at home.