Fucking hell.. Of course die sonne had to drag Richard out of the deep sleep that he was nestled into,arms curled around a warm body,one hand in their hair,the other holding their thigh over his hip. Touché,yes,but he did not wish to let them go.. He did not wish to wake either,did not want to start his day and lose this fragile connection that they had as the two of them laid buried beneath the warm covers,resting up from the aftermath of last night.

With half-lidded eyes,he reached over,lips pressing against the exposed skin of their shoulder and he hummed,fingers kneading the muscles and flesh of their thigh. “Guten morgen meine liebe..” His voice was a mere ruffle,darker than usual,but it was to be expexted. He had never slept so well in his entire life.

He could feel them shift in his arms and he hummed,pressing his forehead to theirs,his hand in their hair gently scratching their scalp as if to awaken them further. “Open your eyes,bitte.. I wanna see those shimmering diamonds..” Cheesy,perhaps,but it felt right. It was right.. At least to Richard,at least right now,in this one moment as they laid together,completely disconnected from the world.

Once their eyes opened,he smiled gently,his hand on their thigh moving so he could swipe his thumb over their cheekbone. “Sleep well..?” He shifted where he laid,making sure there was enough space for them. “I didn’t tire you out too much last night,did I?” The memories came back strong,and oh how Richard wished yesterday would last forever..