gods sihtric loved you.

your face, your personality, your body. every single thing about you.

he loved that you happened to be insanely intelligent alongside just being someone that he could rely on no matter what was going on around.

the mornings were his favorite though.

waking up to you beside him, in the bed the two of you shared, it was just euphoric. watching as the sun streamed through the windows, bathing you in a soft golden light, it was just the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

he had woken up before you today.

at first, he had been content with just watching as you slept beside him, clothed in his shirt yet he quickly got impatient. yes, he loved knowing that you got enough sleep, but this morning was different. he wanted your attention, now.

carefully, he had rolled you onto your back, watching as you stirred with the movement.

calloused hands slipped under the borrowed shirt, cold fingers dragging over the warm flesh he found beneath it. thumbs gently pressed into soft skin, tracing shapes over the warm skin as he shifted so that he was closer.

hiking up your shirt, he was almost surprised that you hadn't woken up properly yet. but he was also amused that you hadn't. it was his own little game.

dipping his head down, he pressed his lips to the warm flesh that was now exposed to the cool morning air. he was gentle, reverent as he pressed kisses to the flesh he found, mouthing softly at the skin as he felt you starting to stir a little more.

"good morning, my love," sihtric murmured the words against your abdomen, a soft smile curving at his lips.

shifting further, he settled between your thighs, his mouth still pressing kiss after kiss against your skin, gently nipping every so often, just to watch the way your body jolted a little with each nip. it was gentle. affectionate.

"c'mon, open those pretty eyes,"

as he spoke this time, he lifted himself up, pressing closer as he brought himself closer so that his face was before your own. much to his unfortunate disappointment, your eyes had remained closed. your face still relaxed.

and he wanted to change that.

sihtric dipped his head down again, this time his lips attached to the soft flesh of your throat, pressing kisses to the soft skin, the smile turning into a sharp smirk as he listened to the soft gasp that left your lips in response.

"c'mon, look at me. open your eyes." he mumbled against your skin.