Pan doesn’t need to sleep much these days, but he enjoys lying in bed and savouring those moments between wakeness and sleep. He lays on his side, watching Basil fondly, and traces the man’s cheek with a finger, feeling the soft skin under his. His eyes are soft, tender, and he leaned forward to press a tender little kiss to Basil’s forehead to see those eyes flutter with the coming morning. The first Basil sees that morning will be Pan’s smile. “Good morning, my dear.”
A tender touch brought him awake, though if it had not been for it, the warmth of the gaze on him would have done the job quite as well, only a few moments later. He stirred to the kiss, to the finger that traced his cheek, smiling ever so slightly before he opened his eyes at all. And then he did and his eyes overflowed with confused warmth as they did every morning, upon realisation that he had not been alone after all.
“Good morning...” A hand traced down Pan’s side just to see if he was real. Just to remind himself, and just to pull a little closer towards the warmth. “Good morning.” Cunning with the sentiment of a lucky man, he leaned in for a brief kiss, just one more way of making sure Pan really was there. ( @wewhispertogether )