Morning Delights // midnattssolen-viking
Finland slowly came to just as it was coming upon the noon hour the following morning. His legs were tangled among the sheets and as he opened his eyes he could make out that he was in the embrace of a man.
He had forgotten he’d slept over until it all came rushing back to him. He’d never been more relieved. He looked over at Sweden’s sleeping face and touched his bandaged cheek, stroking it gently. He looked so peaceful, so happy when he was rested like this. He almost didn’t want to wake him up.
“Berwald,” he whispered with a soft chuckle and kiss to his temple. “Wake up hon.” He hoped the Swede didn’t have to work today. He didn’t want to rush anything this morning.