It was cold outside, but the way the sun filtered through the gap in the curtains was warmed by the glass. Little particles of dust danced in the light, and it all seemed so peaceful, so calm. It had been snowing during the night, but it was so warm curled up under the blankets that neither seemed bothered by the weather outside. One of the pair moved, slowly waking up from the world of sleep. Warm blankets drifted down over bare shoulders as the half-asleep body moved, rolling over onto his side. Eyes slowly opened, revealing deep dark brown rises, gaze searching for the happy little digital numbers that greeted the world with the current date and time. It was not singing this morning, no need for an alarm to rouse them from slumber. He had all the time in the world to wake himself up, and after acknowledging the time, a hand worked it's way up through the blankets to run long fingers through his long ginger hair.
Eyes fell to the body slumbering beside him, and a soft smile curled at his lips. Leaning down, light kisses were dusted over the other's shoulders, working up a neck line. Slowly, the other started to wake, letting out a soft moan as he was treated to such a wonderful way of waking up. Rolling over onto his back, a warm smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Fingers of his left hand found themselves winding into those soft strawberry blond locks, fingertips brushing tenderly over the scalp.
"Well good morning to you too," he purred, tilting his head to allow those lips to continue pleasing his body.
Nat hummed his response, lips more busy with another task than to form words. His eyes had slipped closed, and with careful movements, the male positioned himself over the other, teasing at the base of an earlobe with his teeth. Hands wander fingers up the bare torso, drifting over the soft, smooth flesh, sliding upwards and encouraging sleepy-limp arms to lift and wrap around his shoulders.
"So what did I do to deserve this?" Evander asked, although he wasn't complaining. Waking up like this was simply wonderful. By now, Nat had mapped his entire body, and over the years had learned of nearly everything that could get his toes to curl and his pulse to race. Just waking up in his arms was pure bliss.
"You were born," came the husky reply from the lips currently buried into the crook of the brunet's neck. "Then you agreed to go out with me," he added, lifting his head up to look at that beautiful face. Strands of hair fell from their spot behind his ear, falling forwards and framing his face. He often considered allowing it to grow much longer, but always seemed to just settle on keeping it shoulder length. Evander held no complaints and was happy to run his fingers through the soft strands, pushing them away from the smiling face to allow the light to catch his features.
Evander let out a soft chuckle, leaning up to capture those smiling lips in a delicate kiss, only for Nat to take over, tongue slipping into his mouth and using gentle persuasion had him laying back down again.
Things were starting to heat up, when outside the room, there were sounds of a door being unlocked, opened, then slammed shut again. Both males froze in position, listening intently to what was going on beyond the bedroom. "Do you think it's Theo?" Evander asked in a hushed whisper.
"Whoever it is, if we pretend we're not here, maybe they'll leave," Nat suggested, keeping his own voice hushed so that whomever it was moving around in their apartment would think the place to be empty and leave.
There was the sound of keys being tossed onto a counter, followed by what could possibly be a bag being set down. "Uncle?" called out a feminine voice. Nat cringed, dropping his head onto the pillow beside Evander's. "Is anyone home?"
"Just when it was getting to the good bit too..."
A soft laugh erupted from the smaller male, gently patting his lover's back. "We should go see what she wants," he said. "It might be important"
"I should write her a list of all the ways I know to twist Theo around," he replied, rolling over and falling onto his back. "I'm not getting out of bed."
"You're not going to subjugate your niece to seeing you almost naked," the brunet said, poking the red head's side affectionately.
A cheeky grin spread across his features, one Nat had perfected years ago. Arms folded at his chest, hands linked together. He wasn't getting up anytime soon, even if what he had planned had been rudely interrupted. She took after her father way too much, inheriting his knack for appearing at the most opportune moment for ruining the perfect moment. "I can always take my boxers off."
Evander gave a light smack to a bare shoulder before untangling himself from the sheets and finding something to pull on to go and see what Belle wanted. Pausing at the door, he looked back at his love still remaining in the bed. Chuckling softly to himself, he turned and headed out of the room, calling out for the young girl to find out what was the reason behind her unannounced visit.
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