What We'll Have
An Ed Sheeran One Shot
A request: discussing the future with Ed (in bed)
Word Count: 2,152
It came out in a hushed whisper, your fingernails scratching lightly through the patch of copper fuzz sprouting from Ed’s chest. A month or so had passed since he’d gotten his skin permanently etched with a lion right where you’d card your fingers, and it made you smile thinking how it was a little bit like petting its mane.
“Hmm…” Ed groaned low in his throat with his eyes closed peacefully.
His chest rocked when he grunted through sleep while you were cuddled up on your right side against him and you could feel the vibration of his voice through his skin where your cheek pressed to his chest. He held you to his side with his left arm cradled around your back.
“Are you awake?” You asked, even though he’d grunted. He did it again, this time lower and with his eyes closed he turned his head toward yours to rest his chin atop your hair, in the same instance his hand gripped you firmer.
“Can’t sleep,” you told him, twirling the hair on his chest in the tip of your finger.
Ed yawned and stretched his right arm up before he sniffled and rubbed his nose.
In the position you were in he couldn’t look directly at you, but the both of you stayed put, your palm flattening against his chest.
"I was just thinking…"
It was quiet when you trailed off and in the dark your eyes adjusted to the outline of his features. His right arm was bent and resting over his belly right where the blankets were draped over his skin.