She must have been drifting in and out of sleep herself while she waited for him to wake, because a small jolt of surprise races through her when he starts to stir. She blinks, noticing how much of the morning had crept in without her shadows to push them back. A quick glance at the ceiling shows that her stars have gone, too. With a soft smile at the press of his nose against her neck, she closes her eyes and arches her shoulders, squeezing all the sleep from her mottled blue body.
“Hi.” She says back, reaching over to nuzzle his cheek with soft, smiling lips. “Mhm, you did, baby! You did sooo good last night. I’m proud of you.” She takes his forelock between her lips again, smooths it down so it is out of the way of those cornflower blue eyes. “How about we go find some breakfast, huh? You seem aaaawful growly this morning.” She grins and nudges his tummy, using her lips to tickle the soft black and white freckled skin.
She shifts to bump his smiling face again, feels the tickle of his whiskers and grins soft and crooked. “C’mon, Merry.” With a quiet huff, she climbs to her feet, reaches down to lip at the curve of his delicate hip. For a moment she pauses like that, with her nose pressed to his baby-soft skin and the tickle of his whiskers still a memory against her lips. How strange that this shadow-boy of hers is so good at chasing the dark out of her heart. She is sure he doesn’t know he does so, sure he has no idea how much light he brings her.
She blinks, closes her eyes for a beat longer than they need to be, and then lifts her lips from the heat of his skin. “What do you think, did you get enough sleep for an adventure today?”
