The morning sun danced across the silky surface of her hair, glistening blue obsidian. The smile on her face as she leaned on the balcony that overlooked the river was wider than ever before. Stifling a girlish giggle, she turned and watched him sleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, calmly. She couldn't believe that she was there, in Italy, with the one person she loved most in the world. She felt no shame anymore, even as she stood out on a balcony in her underwear, looking at a beautiful sunrise that only she was watching, the rest of Venice asleep in their beds.
She walked over to the bed, gazing blissfully at the shadows the light cast along the satin sheets she'd slipped out from under not moments ago. Each time her eyes drifted to him as he slept, her smile widened. Unable to contain herself further, she strode up beside his sleeping body, leaning down and pulling her hair over her shoulder. Holding it gingerly between her fingers, she moved forward and kissed his forehead softly. She held herself there for a few moments before finally standing and retreating to the bathroom to shower.
Several minutes later he woke to the sound of the water running. He stretched himself languidly on the bed, eventually rising and going to stand in the same place on the balcony that she had stood not moments before. Hearing the water stop, he turned and strode back into the bedroom and began to rifle through his dresser drawers for something to wear. Settling on a pair of jeans and a loose button-down shirt, he made his way to the kitchen to steep some tea.
Eventually, she emerged from the bathroom, having donned a different set of undergarments. Her dripping hair was clinging to her shoulder, sending a tiny trail of water down the front of her collarbone and over her breast. Tossing the towel lazily on the bed, she fished out a long white cotton skirt from the closet and manoeuvred her way towards the smell of the tea in the kitchen.
Hearing footsteps, he turned and saw her there, water glistening on her pale skin. Smiling, he set down the cup he was filling and lifted her up in his arms, not letting her down until he'd carried her to the bed they had both just gotten out of. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his lap, kissing the trail of water on her collarbone sweetly as she ran her fingers through his hair. Staring blissfully into each other's eyes, he leaned back on the bed and laid her down beside him, never removing his arms from around her waist.
The kettle whistled.
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