Pillow Talk

Lucy rolled over, her red hair spilling out over the pillow, almost like a halo. Her hands came together in a prayer position and slipped under her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and her brown eyes were met with dark blue.

Dan had been watching her for a while. Still not quite believing she was real, and here in his bed. He smiled and leaned over and kissed her, holding his breath so he didn’t poison her with his morning breath. Her one hand came away from her face and interlocked her fingers with his. Dan rolled onto his back and Lucy smiled and repositioned herself, placing a hand on his chest and resting her chin on her hand so she could look at him. He ran his free hand over her hair, she closed her eyes in contentedness rather than being tired.

“Hopes?” She asked.

“To be financially stable. With my career that’s a pretty big hope.”

“Oh yeah, we’ll you aren’t called struggling artists for nothing,” she grinned, pushing herself up and kissing him.

“You?”

“Oh you know, the usual,” she grinned. “Marry a prince and become a princess.”

He laughed.

“Plans for the next week?” He said.

“Never leaving this bed,” she said, hugging the duvet close to her. “You?”

“Try and not starve,” he winked.

“Stay in here with me. We’ll build a fort and live here and never leave,” she murmured. She was smiling genuinely.

“Don’t tempt me,” he laughed, kissing her hair.

“Why don’t you paint me? I’m sure I would earn you a lot of money, what with my impossible beauty,” she said, leaning up and tossing her red hair over her shoulder.

“I’m sure you would,” he said. “But I don’t think I could quite capture it. Besides, you’re not French.”

“Nice save,” she said slyly. “Favourite thing about me?”

“I quite like your face,” he said.

“That’s good, as it’s on show quite a bit,” she laughed. “I quite like your nose. It’s very roman.”

Dan laughed again, harder this time.

“Thanks, I think.”

She grinned. Her smile was large and infectious, although it wasn’t so big that he feared her face was split. It was almost like her face stretched to accommodate it, yet let it shine. He leaned his head toward her and kissed her lips softly. She laughed and quickly repositioned herself so she was sat on his hips. Her face hovered above his, her cute cutting nose touching the top of his roman one, her hair creating a red curtain around them. Her smile was small now, but still beautiful. Her eyes sparkled.

“Dreams?”

“You.”

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