Kiss ask: Gradence, #6 (morning kisses), if so inspired 💙💙💙
The sunlight yawns through the curtains, bathing the room in the rosy gold of pre-dawn. Being summer, they’ve left the window cracked open; a breeze blows through, and the curtain flutters. A sunbeam falls directly onto Percival’s upturned face.
“Ugh,” he says, and rolls over, drawing the covers up over his head.
This action, unfortunately, pulls the blanket off Credence. He squeaks indignantly and scrunches up his face, reaching out and patting his husband to try to get his blanket back.
Percival has no intention of letting this happen. He makes a happy little mmnnnnm noise, sighing, legs drawn up and feet tucked in, a perfectly warm burrito of sleepy happiness.
“You stole my blanket,” Credence informs him crossly. The effect is rather spoiled by the fact that all the hair on the left side of his head is sticking straight up.
“Sorry,” the pile of blankets formerly known as Percival mumbles, but makes no move to return it.
Credence moves closer, wrapping his arms and legs around his husband like a particularly persistent limpet. “Give it back,” he whines. Percival’s face emerges from the blankets and pecks his nose with a kiss.
Credence takes advantage of this to slide his hands into the hole created in the blanket, making a happy little ahhh as Percival presses a kiss to each one of his scarred palms. He lifts the blanket and Credence scoots in, pressed heart to heart with the man he’s promised to love above all others. Not that it’s a great hardship, exactly; Percival nuzzles a series of sleepy little kisses into his hair. Credence wraps his arms around him, relishing the quiet tangle of limbs and the soft warm smell of happiness and Saturday morning indolence.
They fall back asleep like that, curled up and content in each other’s sleepy embrace.