She buried her face in his shirt, taking a deep breath, her hand curled in his shirt as she fell silent.
Poppy's nose brushed his sternum as she stirred ever so slightly, her brow furrowing as she shifted in his arms. The early morning sun hit her face and her eyelids fluttered open as she regarded the window with a small glare, squinting against the invasive light.
Francis murmured quietly in his sleep, his voice low and sleepy. The sunlight didn't seem to bother him, his hair brighter in the light. He shifted, turning his head towards her, his lips parted ever so slightly.
Her silvery eyes flickered to him and she was quiet, her gaze drifting across his features. Her hand came up instinctively to rest gently against his jaw, and she felt the beginnings of rough stubble underneath her fingertips. She planted a light kiss on his throat, inhaling deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
His brows furrowed slightly, his head turning in reaction to her movements. He sighed gently, and his eyes fluttered open tiredly. His hand ran through her hair gently, and he yawned. "Poppy?"
"Yeah, Craw," she replied quietly, her face buried in his neck. Her lashes tickled his skin and she ran her fingers through his hair, her own auburn curls messy and slightly frizzy under his fingers. Her voice was low and warm, delightfully sleepy. "You okay?"
He stretched his arms languidly, running his fingers through his dark, messy hair before sitting up. His shirt was wrinkled, and he looked charmingly disheveled from sleep in the morning light. "Mm," he murmured, relaxing into the pillow. "I'm okay."
She pulled back to let him sit up, rested her head on the stark, white pillow. Her hair caught the sunlight and looked almost like copper, contrasting with the pillow and her pale grey eyes. Her lips curved into a small smile and her fingers curled against her mouth as she studied him, the blanket just below her shoulder. "You're so cute," she murmured against her hand, her dimples exposed. "I'm a lucky girl."
He looked over at her, his brown eyes shined amber in the sun. A lips formed a smirk, and he leaned over to her, giving her a loving kiss, his touch sweet. "Me?" he asked, his tone curious and playful. "What about you?"
She rolled her eyes playfully, her arms sliding over his shoulders to cross at her wrists behind his head, her thumb rubbing the back of his neck slowly. "Have you looked at yourself lately, Francis?" she teased, the light freckles on her nose crinkling with her grin. "My God, you're handsome. It's actually pretty distracting."
He reached one hand to hold her arm adoringly, cocking his head with innocence. "Distracting?" he asked, his voice teasing. "Well that's no good. I can't have you distracted." He leaned down to kiss her. "I will have to wear a paper bag over my head."
