I gotchu, kiddo.
It was the middle of July, and the clock had struck midnight. She was already in bed with the covers drawn over when she felt the weight of the bed dip. Suddenly, there's a scent of lavender in the room, and she looked up, eyes filled with sleep. His strong back was to her, littered with scars slicing through dark blue tattoos -- his shirt was somewhere on the floor. He had a habit of just dumping his clothes anywhere.
But just this once, she forgave that, reaching out to trail a soft finger along his spine, circling along the worn out ink. He had been wiping his hands before pausing, his breathing settling.
"Did I wake you?" His voice is deep, baritone, but gentle.
"It's ok..." her voice was still fresh with sleep. "When did you get back...I didn't even hear you"
"You never do"
He turned to face her, his hair long and black. Still, she could see his yellow eyes shining through. He leaned down slowly to kiss her, his hands cupping her cheeks, stroking her dimple.
