Angel Kisses
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Word count: 500
Summary: Cole's freckles are your newest obsession.
Your fingertips trace lines only you can see, forming your own personal constellations on the skin of Cole's cheek. The England sun has done him well; he's returned home from camp with tanned skin and a plethora of freckles that you so rarely are treated to seeing.
So you take advantage of Cole's slumber, cataloging each one as your thumb sweeps under his eye. He stirs slightly when you apply a bit of pressure, seeking your touch. You smile to yourself and ghost your lips to his forehead, pulling back just in time to see his eyes slowly open.
“Good morning handsome.” A beautiful blush rises to Cole's cheeks in the wake of your greeting. “Did you sleep well my love?”
“Mmhhmm. Until someone woke me up.” Cole's arms wind around your middle. Despite being slightly uncomfortable, you allow him to pull you tightly against him. “What were you doing anyway?”
You wiggle your arm free, reaching up to continue your imaginary artwork on his face. When Cole understands what you're doing, he turns his head and kisses your palm. His eyes slide shut once more, his head nestled softly on his downy pillow whilst he soaks up your affection.
“You're so pretty Cole. I love it when your freckles come back every year. They're like tiny little angel kisses.” You mean every word, too. Cole is pretty any day of the week, but when summer rolls around and his face is once more spotted with tiny angel kisses, he's somehow even more stunning.
“I never liked them as a kid. Thought they made me stand out. I spent years using way too much sun cream to try and keep them from showing up.”
“Well, I'm obsessed with them. And I'm glad you forgot your sun cream at home, cause they're adorable.” To prove it, you press light kisses across his speckled face until he's laughing and trying to escape.
“Oi- hey! Okay okay, they're cute or whatever. Let me breathe!” Cole's sleepy smile is confirmation of his appreciation. You love every part of him, freckled or not, and he doesn't doubt it for one second.
Though you're content to stay right here forever, your rumbling stomach has other plans. “I guess it's time for breakfast. You want to help me make pancakes?”
Cole nods immediately, “Oh, absolutely. But you're not changing out of that kit you've got on.”
You glance down at the navy shirt Cole insisted you wear last night, the one with his name printed on the back. “I think that's an acceptable compromise. You're doing the cooking though, I'm just there to look pretty!”
Cole hums happily, stealing one more kiss before whisking you off to the kitchen for a slow morning of domestic bliss. And although you spend more time staring at the freckles on his face and arms than anything else, he doesn't complain once.
