Yuki
Brokentear was right, it was nice to share a bed with someone, especially if you trusted them. I myself hadn't shared a bed with another person and slept peacefully in close to a decade. Not for a long time. I nodded in agreement and lightly stroked the skin of his wrist, just because I could.
His pulse was fast, yet he looked so relaxed. I silently envied his calm composure, I certainly wouldn't be able to pull it off without raising a few eyebrows along the way. I wanted to stay awake, to lay for hours and just talk with him, about anything and everything, because I was sure he would let me. But sleep was fast approaching, my eyelids heavy. I yawned with an apologetic smile.
"Sorry," I murmured, nodding off where I lay, "We'll talk more in the morning, okay?" I told him, and then fell into a peacefull, dreamless sleep.
---The next morning---
Morning came too fast, and my eyes burned from their slightly opened position. But the sun and the animals inside that rose with it were natural alarm clocks, so I always woke with it, no matter the amount of sleep I got. I shifted very slightly to look at the man still in my bed and smiled.
He looked peacefull in his sleep, like so many did, but the serenity his expression held was breathtaking. It was a good thing I could hold my breathe, because I wanted to see this again and again and again. I liked having him here, especially in the morning. I reached out a lightly ran my small fingers through his hair, then let my hand return to the wrist still where it had been the night before.
Setsuna
Forevers words brought a grin to my face and warmth to curl around my heart. It was nice to know I wasn't the only one in over my head with this. Not that I would tell him so, appearances to keep and all. But it was nice this feeling of being needed. Usually the last anyone needed was me.
I hugged him tight and sighed into the fluffy hair on his head, enjoying him and his warmth. "Don't worry, my little angel boy," I murmured, pausing to lean back and smile brightly at him. "I don't think you'll ever have to worry about losing me in your lifetime. I play for keeps, after all," I gave him a wolfish grin at the end ad enjoyed the blush that spread.
But even more, I enjoyed the happiness in his beautiful eyes, and with the morning light casting shadows about the room, they inadvertly made his eyes glow. He looked every bit the night wolf and little angel I knew him to be. It was nice to be right.
With the thought of light, I looked up and blinked at the face full of sun I got in return. I scowled at the light and grumbled lightly. "It seems morning has come," I grumbled sourly. I didn't like mornings.
