interlude 4
milan opens her eyes slowly, rays of sunshine peeking through the blinders, marking the start of a new day. she doesn't remember falling asleep, but she hopes the morning has just arrived so she can basks longer in the warmth of this embrace. at some point in the night, [ redacted ] must have rolled and wrapped his arms around her, and rest his head against her chest, or something like that. she slowly shifts an arm to rest a hand on his head and brush his hair gently as to not wake him up. she smiles unconsciously, wondering how a grown man who embodies the definition of cool, can look this adorable while sleeping. the picture of innocence with his long lashes and pouty lips.
time passes as she lazily continues stroking his hair and admires his sleepy face. when a frown creases his forehead, she freezes, worried to have disturbed his sleep. but it's too late. his eyelids flutter open, his gaze raising to her face right away. the color of his eyes takes her breath away once more. "how long have you been staring?" there's no scorn in his voice, if anything he seems amused, like he already knows that the answer will embarrass her. how can he read her so easily? instead of replying she only whines softly and he laughs. sometimes, words have become unnecessary for them to communicate. a simple whine to complain about him teasing her first thing in the morning. a laugh because he's managed once more to get the reaction he wants from her.
he pushes her carefully against the mat, shifting to trap her under him as he kisses his way up to be eye level with her. for a moment, they don't move, they don't say anything. her arms around his neck, one of his hands on her waist.
milan can't help but wonder what he's seeing from his point of view, what he's thinking about. is he full of her like she's full of him? is he lost in her gaze like she's lost in his? does he want this moment to last a lifetime, like she does? does he want to stay like she wants to beg him to not leave?
and when he leans over the kiss her lips softly, she's ready to meet him halfway. his kisses have become even softer over time. each of them purposeful, like he wants to convey something through them. this kiss makes her heart flutter, and ends in a smile from both of them. he buries his face in the crook of her neck, his hand gliding from her waist to her thigh, fingers digging gently in her skin as he pulls her closer to him, as if he wants to be rid of any space existing between them.
truly, how can a grown man be this adorable. or is it just love.