early mornings were a normalcy in sihtric's life. they were an eventuality, something that was constant here. someone had to get up and get shit done around here.

yet recently, you had entrapped him.

he had started seeing you in what was supposed to be a casual fashion, but it had quickly snowballed into something deeper. even without being wed, you had transitioned into living in his hut, sleeping in his bed. living with him as if you had always belonged.

his early mornings had become less early, more like mid morning rises instead.

and as the sun filtered through the covers he had on his window, he stirred, the feeling of your warm body against his own pleasant and familiar.

shifting under the fur that covered the two of you, he moved closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as he tugged you closer, twisting you as you slept so that your head was tucked beneath his chin. it was a soft thing. he loved having you close.

one of his large, calloused hands slipped under the fabric of your shirt - actually, it was his shirt, one that you had stolen the night before - fingers tracing over the soft skin of your back.

"oh my love," sihtric murmured as he buried his nose into your soft hair.

the warmth radiating from your body made it hard to leave. he didn't want to get up, even if he really should. the arm around your waist did not move, he didn't make any effort to move. even if he had duties outside of their peaceful bubble.

"my perfect, wonderful love,"

he wasn't good at speaking praises while you were awake, but in moments like these? where it was just the two of them and while you were asleep? it made it easier to find the words he wanted to say. even if you may not hear them.