Maea
The worst of all blessings
"Good morning," she replied, rusty with sleep and a touch of the awkwardness that came with disrupted routines. Sitting up to free him from the role as her pillow, she needed a moment to pick crust from her eyes before she could look at Liam without seeing double. Which, she wouldn't mind but it seemed best to focus on singulars at this early stage in their relationship. "Me neither. Must have been more tired than I thought."
He would find no disapproval within her eyes though, only the drowsy contentment of someone who had slept well. Staggering to her feet, she vanished off into the bathroom - rudely perhaps, but she really had to go - only to return a few minutes later with a toothbrush in her mouth. "I put out a spare for you," she offered, muffled and drooling a bit around the brush; not because she thought he needed it, but sugar crusting on teeth in the morning always left her feeling crummy. Besides - did anything say 'make yourself at home' more than your own toothbrush in the bathroom? Preemptive perhaps – definitely slicing apart the whole charming 'will they/won't they' trope so common in romance novels – but he'd said always, last night. So that's how she would act.
He would find no disapproval within her eyes though, only the drowsy contentment of someone who had slept well. Staggering to her feet, she vanished off into the bathroom - rudely perhaps, but she really had to go - only to return a few minutes later with a toothbrush in her mouth. "I put out a spare for you," she offered, muffled and drooling a bit around the brush; not because she thought he needed it, but sugar crusting on teeth in the morning always left her feeling crummy. Besides - did anything say 'make yourself at home' more than your own toothbrush in the bathroom? Preemptive perhaps – definitely slicing apart the whole charming 'will they/won't they' trope so common in romance novels – but he'd said always, last night. So that's how she would act.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
