He awakens in an unaccustomed feeling of warmth, and comfort. Something tender in his chest, a gentleness that is both familiar (is it?) and foreign. Resting on his left side; cool air on his cheek, but it is warm underneath the quilt. He turns his head, back, and breathes in the smell of his --

Ah.

He slips out from under the arm, and shifts around, so he can see the face of the one who shares his bed. It strikes some chord in his heart.

He leans forward, and brushes his lips over the bare forehead.

This. This is the person he loves.

[ NOTES: I am open to other threads than the one arranged! However, I would prefer you PM me first and we can work out a little bit of the backstory of the 'marriage' together. Just shoot me a message, and we'll work it out! ]