She laughed a little, leaning over him and continuing to kiss along the opposite side of his neck gently, the fire casting warm light across her face. Her hand rested gently on his jaw and she shifted, settling as she laid across his chest.
Her nose brushed his skin, and she pulled back a little to study him. She liked the way his jaw was set, even though it made him look serious. Her fingers brushed along the lines of his face gently and she took a moment to admire the boy. His brows were dark and stern, and his eyes were closed. This made her a little sad; Zerras had beautiful eyes, purple and soft like sunrise across the ocean. However, she had to admit to herself that she appreciated that his face softened when his eyes closed. He was a tightly wound demon, she figured, her fingers tracing along his brows gently. She imagined that had to do with his upbringing. Despite this, his smile seemed to be relaxed around her. It made something warm in her chest as she considered that, and she leaned in and placed a soft kiss against his temple, her fingers finally moving to curl in his hair, her thumb brushing one of his horns soothingly. “I love you, Z,” she whispered softly in his ear.
He opened an eye to look at her, a small smile crossing his lips. "I love you too, Juni. You're sweet."
She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss before pulling back and resting her head in her normal spot against his neck. It didn’t take long for her to drift off.
The next morning, June was still fast asleep, her face buried in his neck and her leg draped over his waist.
He shifted slightly, his eyes fluttering sleepily. His hand touched her leg as he yawned, stretching his neck.
He leaned his head back, relaxing as he relished their close proximity. He turned his head to face her slightly, going silent.
Upon studying her, he would notice that she was quite active in her sleep. Her eyes twitched underneath her eyelids, darting around as if tracking something. Her ear would flicker every so often, as if shooing off an imaginary irritation. Her fingers would curl and uncurl against his shirt, and she would sometimes breathe little murmurs, her voice soft and quiet. She didn’t seem disturbed, necessarily, but he might wonder if she was actually getting a decent sleep.
He didn’t often get to watch her wake up so closely. She leaned into his touch, her face turning towards the warmth and affection. He would watch her brows furrow slightly as she stirred, her fingers curling once again in the fabric of his shirt. Her eyes softly fluttered open, and she looked up at him in the early morning light, her expression one of sweet bewilderment.
She laughed a little, her hand coming up to cup his jaw instinctively. “Hello,” she replied, her voice still soft from sleep. “What are you doing up?”
She murmured, still mostly asleep. Despite this, she planted small kisses on his neck, a small greeting. "Yes," she said eventually. "Still no visions." She looked up at him, brushing his hair back gently. "What about you?"
