Physical Touch with Gray/Lucy <3
Whoop! It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to write some GrayLu!
Lucy groaned, eyelashes fluttering as the dawn spilled in through her window and puddled over her face. Sleep still coated her like a cloak, prompting her to roll onto her other side and nuzzle into the pillow to chase the light away. Her hand sluggishly groped about, sliding over the downy mattress until she hit what she was looking for. A sleepy smile graced her lips while her hand glided up Gray’s shoulder, sliding down to his bare sternum to feel his heartbeat gently pulsing between her fingertips.
“Morning,” Gray slurred when she snuggled against his back, cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. She could hear the smile painting his voice, as well as sleep. She buried her nose into him, inhaling deeply to breathe in the fresh scent of ice and clean linen that always seemed to cling to him. She rubbed gentle patterns into her chest, slow and uncoordinated but no less adoring.
“Mmm, I’m not getting up yet,” she yawned into his back. “Tired...” His hand rose up to grab hers, rough pads of his thumbs gently stroking her soft skin. After a second, he brought her hand to his mouth so he could kiss her knuckles and her fingertips, one by one. Still holding her hand, he rolled over in the bed to face her, draping his hand around his neck. She immediately dove into his fluffy, sleep-mussed tresses, twirling the dark blue-black fibers between her fingers.
“Go back to sleep then,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head while he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. She hummed as he pulled her close, every inch of their skin touching sending comfortable warmth blooming across her body. She found herself lulled by that more than the comforter and sheets draped over them and the warm morning sunlight washing over their forms.
“Mmm... But I want to cuddle,” she said despite the big yawn that split her face. Gray chuckled and buried his face into her golden hair, nosing through the tresses until he reached her neck. He began peppering the skin there with featherlight kisses, making her squirm and giggle at the ticklish sensation.
“So I’ll cuddle you until you fall back asleep. It’s Sunday. It’s not like we have anything to do. We could spend all day in bed if we wanted.”
“I like the sound of that,” Lucy said, melting into him as he continued to shower her in affection. She loved these lazy Sundays, where they had no obligations and could spend all day in each other’s arms, dozing contentedly and in their own bubble of love.
