Beatrix woke up with the smell of a familiar
cologne surrounding her in bed, with a foreign warmth and weight pressed against her.
She could feel his chest against her back rise and fall steadily, and the faint snores slipping from him was the sweetest sound she think she had ever heard.
She carefully shifted and roll over to face him, pillowing her hand under her head and traced her eyes over his beautiful features.
His usually neatly combed hair was ruffled all over his forehead. Beatrix lifted her fingers to brush it away but she stopped midway and bit her lips.
The small affectionate gestures she had want to do, she couldn't, the way she had wanted to stroke her fingers through his hair, or the way she wanted to curl up into him.. kiss him, she couldn't.
They hadn't developed their relationship to that level yet. She guessed she had to wait for him to initiate it because he wanted to be close to her.
