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“You look radiant in the sunlight.”

James blinks away the sleep from his eyes to see his lover–partner–no husband–gazing down at him. his blond hair is tucked behind his ears and blue (like the sea and those eyes are the reason he doesn’t long for it everyday) eyes lidded.  James smiles sleepily, small and cute, and Thomas dips down to kiss him gently on the lips, chaste and short, a quick good morning. Of course, that won’t do, and James pulls him back in, kisses him longer, taking in his lips and tongue and teeth–it’s been five years since that plantation, since the war and the ships and running away, and yet James needs Thomas, every morning, because this…this is real, not a long, complicated dream. Thomas doesn’t complain. He’s inclined to feel the same way.

“How long were you awake?” James asks after minutes of just kissing, just Thomas.

“Long enough to see you wake up,” Thomas says, and runs his thumb along James’ freckled cheek, and kisses gently.

James hums, closes his eyes again, relaxing into lowering touches, kisses left along his neck, all slow and gentle. All the while, his hands are lazily rubbing patterns on Thomas’ back.

“I could write sonnets about your hair in the morning sun,” Thomas says.

“Oh?” James says.

“I did,” Thomas says.

“Are they good?” James asks, a tease.

“Of course they’re good–they’re about you.”

James pulled Thomas into another kiss.

The sun rose higher.

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AHHH thank you for the prompt, I’m bleh at writing fluff, but I love it and writing these twol! I hope you like it, it’s kind of short, but yeah!