Fierce rain pattered against the window of your shared apartment— penthouse, rather. It was almost a crime not to keep dozing off to the peaceful sound, but with the strange weight on your body, you couldn’t exactly breathe. Your boyfriend was very cuddly.

“Mmh…”

You stir from your reverie, waking next to— no— under Aventurine (would he prefer Kakavasha?). He was slumped on top of your body, the side of his face pressed against your chest as he clung tightly to you.

The blonde hummed, pressing a myriad of kisses against the skin of your chest as you slowly wake from your slumber. He seems to notice you waking, letting out a pleased noise when your fingers sift through the sandy hued tresses. but he doesn’t do anything to move. …

It looks like you weren’t going anywhere for now.