She tilted her head curiously before crawling into the bed next to him. She was soft and clean and warm, and she scooted up next to him tentatively, looking up at him thoughtfully. She smelled like that gentle honeysuckle scent that he had found in the small glass bottles in the shower; it came from her shampoo. Her eyes were wide and clear, and they studied him with adoration.
She sighed a little and he would smell the mint from the toothpaste. She moved closer to him, slipping her arms around his waist. "I love you too."
She was asleep next to him. Her head was on the pillow, her hair dry and golden against the white cotton. Her cheeks were rosy and her skin was warm, her legs brushing up against his. She looked incredibly serene, her legs curled up under the blanket and her pink lips relaxed into her natural expression. Her ears were the only thing that twitched, sometimes drooping sadly before perking up, as if she were going through a rollercoaster of emotions.
He smiled slightly, leaning down and kissing her temple gently before shifting out of bed with a stretch.
She woke when the bed moved, her eyelids fluttering open sleepily and her ears perking up at the sound. "...Z?"
She seemed relieved that he hadn't left, sitting up and coming over to him, draping over his shoulders sleepily. "Why're you getting up?" she murmured, kissing his neck gently. "Come back to bed; the rooster hasn't even crowed yet."
He laughed a little, wrapping his arms around her waist and lying down again, kissing her temple. "If you say so."
She murmured quietly, her legs slipping around his waist as her arms remained draped over his shoulders. Her fingers brushed the back of his hair gently as she embraced him, still mostly asleep with her body pressed to him.
She murmured something similar in response, her blonde head buried in his neck, her lips brushing his skin gently as she fell back asleep.
The energy in the guesthouse was soft and sweet that morning. The sun hadn’t quite come up over the horizon, but soft morning light was beginning to creep into the room. June was quiet next to him, snuggling up against him despite the warmth exuding from his skin. They were both clean and warm and safe, and there was a sense of permanence and security that he would feel. June’s hair slipped through his fingers, and she would make small sighs every so often, little involuntary noises that reflected her brain while she slept.
He let her sleep, only in a light doze that he could easily be woken from. His touch was soft as he slowly brushed gently through her hair, his fingers working gently.
