#2 with tom holland? 👀
(If this isn’t my aesthetic I don’t know what is)
When your eyes blink to make the world exist, apparently, the world is Tom Holland’s neck. Your head fits in the nook of it so nicely, your hair grazing his chin.
You pull back slightly, the bones in your back cracking a little as your exert yourself for the first time today. The grey light indicates that the sun is just peeking above the horizon, which unfortunately for Tom means he’s to be awake.
You sigh, gingerly taking his arm off your waist, but it suddenly moves on it’s own accord. You stiffen, realizing that in your attempts to be discreet, you’ve woken him up.
You tune your head, but his eyes are still lidded closed. You look to his lips, seeing them closed, but also curved into a small, mischievous smile. You let out a breath, relieved that you hadn’t rudely awakened, but also amused at his antics.
You softly and sweetly pressed a kiss to his (obviously awaiting) lips. When you pulled back, you told him in a rough, sleepy voice “You have to wake up after true loves kiss.”
Tom giggled. “Am I the princess in this situation?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Your voice might be deeper than mine right now.”
“Fuck you!” You laughed and smacked his chest, probably waking him up more than the kiss did.
