sunlight filters through the curtains and across your face. ilya laid pressed up behind you, his face in your neck as he gazed upon your sleeping form in his arms. everything felt so new, having you in his house, in his arms, staying instead of leaving…it felt tender. vulnerable. again, new. he pulled his head back a little bit when you shifted, you tilt your head back and squint your eyes at him. his face being so close and eyes on you brought a smile to your face.

you exhale and lay back down wearing that smile, and he mumbled a whine against your neck.

“I’m hungry.”

“For what?” You laugh.

“For food, pervert.” he pinched your chest right above your nipple, grumbling against your neck. he pulls his mouth from your skin and sits up. he leans over the bed and grabs one article of your clothing and throws it at your face as he got up and yanked on some sweatpants.