Write off: battle one
Who: Ric and Ophelia
Where: College
What: Early morning
Rating: PG
Early morning sunlight bathes the room in a warm glow through curtains which haven’t been properly drawn and paints everything it touches with a rich yellow hue. The bed and floor is littered with textbooks, note pads, paper balled and tossed towards an over flowing bin. Charms and light catchers hang from the curtain rail and catch the light, creating shimmering rainbows that dance across the walls and ceiling. The occupants of the bed lay entangled, bedding crumpled around them like waves on an unmoving ocean.
Ophelia has her face buried against Julio’s chest, one arm tucked beneath his ribs; trapped between his body and the soft mattress and the other loosely fisted in the material of his t-shirt. She raises her head just a fraction to press dry chapped lips into the hollow of Julio’s throat as she wakes each muscle in her body. She moves with sloth like speed; arch of her foot dragging up and down against the skin of Julio’s shin which is clothed in worn cotton sweats and back curving in, so that her breasts brush against his chest.
Julio murmurs in his sleep, eyelashes fluttering against the curve of his cheekbone and lips parting to let out a soft puff of air as he sleeps on. Pale fingers wander over the jut of his hip bone, tracing lucid patterns across the exposed skin before inching up beneath the material of his t-shirt to press against sleep warm skin. Lips that still carry a slight tint of rouge press against the stubble that casts a shadow across his jaw and neck, rasping noisily enough to break the silence of the room.
Hands that are calloused before their time skim across her milky white thigh, the tan of his skin so stark in contrast to that of hers which hardly sees the sunlight. Ear pressed to his chest Ophelia still feels the rumble of a groan before she hears it, noting how the muscles in Julio’s body almost ripple into wakefulness. He stretches, body shivering and making the bed shake like an earthquake and the thought brings a soft smile to her lips. Those same arms finally lower to ease her plaint body over onto its back, Julio following shortly after, his weight pressing her down into the mattress and trapping her there.
There’s nothing urgent or demanding about the kiss he presses to her mouth, both ignoring the bitter taste of morning breathe as chapped lips shift lazily against one another. There is no rush. Nothing awaits them today. They have all the hours in the world at their beck and call.