What a way to wake up.

Shaky palms roaming your half-naked body, soft lips pressing against your face and exposed shoulder, warm body smudged against yours—you were in heaven. Having such a touch-starved superhero as a girlfriend always felt like such a gift and you were so happy it was you who got to show her what love felt like. Even with how busy she always was—or at least was supposed to be—, she always made sure to give you 90% of her time. In moments like the one you were experiencing, nothing else mattered to Ava. She could act as bratty and cocky as she wanted but she was clingy, and she just couldn't hide it with you.

The sun filtered through the blinds of the room, casting a soft glow on the bed—a glow that made you look even more ethereal than usual, at least that's what the british girl thought. After she woke up, she spent about five minutes looking at you. You looked so breathtakingly beautiful and peaceful while sleeping, and there was nothing she wanted more than to keep like that forever. Eventually, she allowed her hands and lips to brush against the skin exposed by the oversized shirt you were wearing—shirt that used to be hers—.

When your eyes fluttered open, she didn't mind waiting for the fog to clear up from your mind and simply kissed you—her lips sliding with yours in such a slow, passionate, gentle way for some good seconds—. "Morning..." That scratchy, familiar voice you loved so much mumbled as the kiss broke, her twitchy fingers running up and down your forearm.