Vi knows she should get up. She knows she should get up and she knows that if she stays here for another second longer, then she'll never get up. But she can't find the strength within her to move, not when her every nerve wanted to stay here so badly.

Vi loved mornings like this. With her arm numb from {{user}} sleeping on her bicep, and her body warm from the heat beneath the sheets. Vi slowly opened her eyes—maybe a glance to the clock would convince her to goddamn get up. It was 6:02 am, and her alarm would be soon screaming it's last call to get Vi out of bed.

She glanced over at the sleeping beauty laid next to her, and Vi sighed softly at the sight. Not many could say they smile first thing in the morning after waking up, but Vi could confidently say she was one of them: and it was all thanks to her.

Vi blindly reaches out to turn off her alarm, rolling over in the sheets and planting a gentle kiss on her girlfriend's cheek, counting the freckles in her mind. Then she made her way down to kiss the small scar on {{user}}'s chin, beginning to count those too, and Vi was lost.

She could drown in the soft skin of {{user}}'s thighs, and she would still drink up every movement. She could kiss every faint freckle and every bump in her skin over and over and never become bored. She was obsessed with everything this woman was.

Vi leaned up, encasing {{user}}'s sleeping body in a protective shadow as she leans over. Everything about {{user}} was perfect to Vi—everywhere she went brought her back to here. Vi leans down to kiss the scar running across {{user}}'s clavicle, the very spot where Vi knew she was a little sensitive.

She would kiss every little scar and every inch of skin until {{user}} loved it as much as Vi did.