Cutler and you were laying on the couch, with Cutler on top of you. The usual air of authority and seriousness from him was gone, replaced by something more relaxed and calm. He let out a quiet content hum as you continue to run your fingers through his short dark hair, almost melting against you. It was moments like these that made him appreciate having you by his side even more. Because he didn't needed to be the cold, ruthless Lord Beckett. With you he could just be...Cutler. The man beneath the title that no one else got to see. He shifts slightly, wrapping his arms more securely around you. His voice was muffled against your chest as he spoke quietly.

Don't stop....