14.

                                    

                                          
You're sleeping.
You're sleeping, and I risk a small kiss on your head to release this wave of affection that threatens to overwhelm me.
We both lay under the bedspread of my bed. The morning sun lightly coating the corners of my room. 
I layed awake for a few minutes simply looking at the man who sleeps beside me. As I glanced over his features I couldn't help but think of all the things I wanted to say.
How I wanted to be laying beside him all the time, with our hands interlocked, and our legs intertwined.
I want your face buried in my neck. I wanted to lay my head on your chest and listen to your breathing.
I want to lie alone in bed with you, in the comforting quiet of the early morning hours, and maybe read a book while you sleep.
I want to be simple with you.
I caught Harry's jaw twitch as a low groan escaped, and bringing me back from my thoughts.
Blinking his eyes open, Harry's tilts his head to look at me with his sleepy green eyes. A slow smile emerged at the sight.
"Morning beautiful," his morning voice was hoarse.
"Morning handsome." I replied, shifting onto my side and sliding a hand underneath me for better support and comfort.
Harry copied my actions. Underneath the blanket I could feel the warmth of his palm against my thigh. Slowly, his hand traveled, and my breath halted as he rested on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
While doing so Harry's eyes never once left mine, instead they observed my reaction to his small and teasing gesture.
Again, his hand began to travel before finally resting in the dip of my hip. There, his fingers drew shapes against the skin underneath my shirt.
"What's going through that pretty mind of yours?" Harry hummed, continuing his soothing invisible drawings on my skin.
"Nothing much." I dismiss.
Harry didn't reply right away. He studied me closely before he did so.
"Tell me." he whispers. 
His forehead rested against mine as he waited. My hand reached out in between us, pushing back the fallen curls before resting in the nape of his neck.
"You. I was thinking of you— of us."
He hums, "while you were thinkin' of me, I was dreaming of you.. I always do."
My cheeks burn red and my fingers toy with his curls. "Always?"
His lips twitch as I ask. My heart skipping a beat as our eyes cling. His words are soft. "Pour toujours."
"What does that mean?"
"It's means your bun just jumped on your bed," his head nodded to the foot of the bed, where in fact Opal sat cleaning herself.
I laughed, the sound hoarse and soft.
Soon, after another moment in bed, Harry and I reluctantly stood from the bed. I continued to make the bed while Harry took Opal for her breakfast.
I tug at the bottom of my pyjama pants, straightening the creases before heading into the bathroom.
As I stepped into the bathroom it didn't take long for Harry to follow suit. Wordlessly I handed Harry his spare tooth brush before continuing with my own. 
We soon stepped into the kitchen, seeing Opal nibbling at her pellets.