The gentle morning light swept slowly over creamy satin skin. Tranquil songbirds drifted through the open window, waking the entwined lovers, spent from a summer’s night of passion. The man’s full lips drifted into a smile as he opened his eyes, automatically drifting down to the small, beautiful creature laying on his chest.
“Good morning, Luv.” His whispered words filled the room. Dark hair fell over his forehead as his deep, green-gold eyes glowed with love. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken first, and had the time to gaze at her.
How had he gotten so lucky? Auburn curls cascaded over a heart shaped face, and sooty lashes brushed high, proud cheekbones, and he knew when she opened her eyes, a blue and gray kaleidoscope awaited his hungry eyes. Her curls continued over mismatched raspberry lips, and over a bare, creamy shoulder and swept over her graceful back. Possessive pride filled his chest. This was his Irish rose, the one he’d waited for. He slowly drifted one large palm down her pale silken back, and back up again.
“Wake up…” He murmured, and smiled at her groan. “Come, the morning is movin’ without us.”
She slowly opened her eyes, soft, eyes meeting his bright blue eyes. “Dubhlainn…” She whispered, “Are we really here?”
He smiled. “We really are, Saoirse. Finally, ye’re mine.” Large, palms slipped over her as Dubhlainn flipped Saoirse over. She giggled, laying pliant under his larger body. Dubhlainn buried his face in her neck, leaving a soft kiss under her ear.
“I love ye.” Saoirse told him.
“I love ye more than you could imagine, mo chroí.” Dubhlainn smiled.
After a wee bit of encouragement from a favorite author, I've decided to hide some small tidbits of my very own writing in here!