(Manhattan) your face is sketched in these writings (Christian) (jan 04)

He loved the feeling of her head against his chest. He gave her a little snuggle, warming up quickly and only partly because of the covers. He was a little flushed, shy and a little nervous but happy and content. He ran his hand through her hair, stroking her scalp. “You starting to feel any better?” He asked, peeking at her. 
 
He felt some tension between them. This wasn’t necessarily a platonic kind of thing. They had shared a bed, they were snuggling and he was shirtless. This felt romantic, and he, for the first time in his life, really wanted to see how his mouth fit against hers. He pulled back a little to look at her. 
 
‘May I…” He began, cutting off as he lost some nerve. He collected himself briefly, then started again. “May I kiss you?” He asked, eyes flicking to her lips. He tried to keep himself calm, even as he heard his heart racing in his chest. 

Her eyes still heavy with sleep closed as he pet her head. Maybe this would settle it once and for all and this was the perfect way to rest before having to get up for the day. She loved listening to his steady heartbeat. She felt herself begin to slip back into slumber land before his talking pulled her back out of it.

"Mhm," she nodded against him. "Thank you for the potion and water. I should invest in that. What kind was it? It wouldn't hurt to have a few stored away back home." Merlin knew she drank too much than she should.

She looked up at him as she felt him shift under her. Her hand spread out on his chest as she held her weight up. Then he asked his question and she smiled sleepily at him. Azalea bit her lip as she watched his eyes flick over her face. "Yes," she informed him. Her chest swelled with excitement as the sleep fell from her eyes. She adjusted herself to be sitting upright and more leveled with him. Azalea leaned in a little inviting him closer.