The sheets were cool against your exposed skin. Softly, almost reverently, his nailed fingers unconsciously carded through your hair as if it were the melted gold he so desperately sought after. As you looked up, you could see the drool covering his olive cheek, clearly in a deep sleep.
With a soft touch, you gently traced the soft curve of his jaw, slowly coaxing him awake. "Mams.. C'mon, wake up," you whispered, chuckling lowly when he groaned, one blue-yellow eye slitting open, immediately looking down at you. You, beautiful you. His.
"Ng.. Whassap, treasure?.." He grumbled, his voice a low, subterranean like rumble in his chest, drowning with exhaustion from his nap as he finally reached up to brush his spit away, not caring as you saw him like this. His white, pearlescent hair fell over his eyes as he groaned again, this time in annoyance at being woke up. "Baabeee.."
"Sorry, Mams.." You immediately mumble back the apology, leaning up to press a peck to the corner of his now, luckily, dry mouth, his hand tightening on your waist, feeling over the exposed skin there. "Sorry, don't know why I woke you up.."
"No, no, never, you're," He started, yawning widely, his teeth glinting in the dim light of your room, before he dove back down, his arms wrapping tightly around your entire body, his face pressed into the junction between your shoulder and neck as if you were the only thing tethering him to reality. You may be. "You're golden, don't be sorry.."
