the corner lamp caused the room to have a golden glow — mimicking the sunset that had set hours ago.

it was silent now, not even the soft hoo of the lone owl that usually sits outside the window was heard in the still room.

just your soft breathing, mingling with his own.

vessel’s fingers moved over your bare back with ease, tracing patterns into your skin. his touch lulling you to complete tranquility — so soft, so soothing.

you’d never felt so at peace in your life. nothing could disturb you now — no one was expecting anything of you.

you could just lie there, tangled in the sheets while vessel touched you like you were holy.

his gaze moved across your side profile as you lie on your chest, eyes closed and a satisfied expression painted on your face.

slowly he leaned down, starting soft and slow his lips found the back of your neck — brushing your hair away to reveal more skin.

you took up every inch of his mind. the taste of your skin on his lips, the way you felt beside him, body pressed to his — the way you lay.

it was enough to make the dead switch graves.

god, he must’ve worshipped you more than he had sleep. completely enthralled by you.

his lips found your shoulder next, pressing a another soft kiss to your skin — this particular one prompted a twitch in the corners of your lips.

vessel noticed — he lifted his eyes up to your face once more, watching the way you reacted to his tender touch. there it was, that soft smile reserved for him only.

the twitch in your lips only pulled up into something bigger when vessel continued to pepper your skin with kisses.

worship wasn’t only for sleep.