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Hey.
I just wrote this...I dunno why. It only took about 10 minutes so if its shoddy work, I do apologize. I don't know or own anyone involved and this never happened. Oh, and I have no ideas for any more stories at all, so if anyone has any, feel free to suggest.
Thanks x
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Y’know, waking up with Ville is the most wonderful thing in the world. And not just because by waking up with him, it implies that you spent the night with him and therefore implies that you had sex with him. Because that is THE most wonderful thing in the world - having sex with Ville. But waking up with him is pretty fucking amazing too.
Ville has a kind of ‘routine’ - every morning the same thing. He could sleep through a tornado - he’s been known to sleep through Raab blowing a bullhorn in his ear and me blaring CKY out of the CD player beside my bed. So every morning I wake up first. And I lie beside him and watch him. He almost always, always wakes up at 6.46am. It’s totally weird - even when he’s been traveling and there’s a time difference and everything, he still always wakes at 6.46am in whatever country and time zone he happens to be in. I used to think that was the strangest thing in the world, but now I find myself awake every morning at 6.30. I lie and watch him for about 16 minutes and then his proper routine starts.
He never, ever opens his eyes when he wakes up - the only way I can tell he’s awake is that he screws his eyes up for a second like he’s willing himself to fall asleep again and then he wrinkles his nose. Just for a second again, but it’s so damn cute. He lies with his eyes shut and in the exact position he woke up in for about ten minutes and then his eyes begin to open. Just for a couple of seconds at a time and it takes about five minutes before he’s blinking normally. Then he turns to me.
He smiles a bit and whispers ‘good morning sexy’ and I kiss his lips briefly. Then he pulls me closer and lays his head on my chest. When he’s ready - and you can’t rush him or he’ll get all bitchy - he sits up and stretches a bit and pulls me out of the bed. He leads me into the bathroom and we brush our teeth and whatever while the water in the shower runs hot enough to remove a couple of layers of skin. Once it’s hot enough, we get in and just kiss under the water for a while before we actually get washed. Once the water starts to run cold - my family and friends all hate us for about three hours every single morning - we step out, wrap towels around our waists and go back to the bedroom.
He always dries his hair before he gets dressed and usually, by the time he’s brushed his hair, I’m dressed and ready to go. So I just sit and watch him. I sit and watch as he blow dries his hair and then he stands up to get dressed and the towel always, always slips from around his waist. And to my delight, he never bothers to try and stop it. Then he has to choose his clothes, which takes a surprisingly long time. But he’s naked so I don’t care.
So, he’s chosen his clothes and then he gets dressed and it’s make up time. He expertly lines his eyes in black, adds some lip balm and he’s good to go. Apart from one thing. The kiss.
The kiss that makes my whole day, that takes me by surprise even though I get it every day, that takes my breath away and leaves me dizzy with lust. It’s deep and tender and loving and gentle and passionate and intense, all at once. Then he grins at me, knowing damn well what that kiss does to me, and leaves the room, the door hanging open behind him. I stand for a minute after he leaves, stunned and breathless, every single morning. And every single morning I think the exact same thing - that waking up with Ville is the most wonderful thing in the world.
I just wrote this...I dunno why. It only took about 10 minutes so if its shoddy work, I do apologize. I don't know or own anyone involved and this never happened. Oh, and I have no ideas for any more stories at all, so if anyone has any, feel free to suggest.
Thanks x
>
Y’know, waking up with Ville is the most wonderful thing in the world. And not just because by waking up with him, it implies that you spent the night with him and therefore implies that you had sex with him. Because that is THE most wonderful thing in the world - having sex with Ville. But waking up with him is pretty fucking amazing too.
Ville has a kind of ‘routine’ - every morning the same thing. He could sleep through a tornado - he’s been known to sleep through Raab blowing a bullhorn in his ear and me blaring CKY out of the CD player beside my bed. So every morning I wake up first. And I lie beside him and watch him. He almost always, always wakes up at 6.46am. It’s totally weird - even when he’s been traveling and there’s a time difference and everything, he still always wakes at 6.46am in whatever country and time zone he happens to be in. I used to think that was the strangest thing in the world, but now I find myself awake every morning at 6.30. I lie and watch him for about 16 minutes and then his proper routine starts.
He never, ever opens his eyes when he wakes up - the only way I can tell he’s awake is that he screws his eyes up for a second like he’s willing himself to fall asleep again and then he wrinkles his nose. Just for a second again, but it’s so damn cute. He lies with his eyes shut and in the exact position he woke up in for about ten minutes and then his eyes begin to open. Just for a couple of seconds at a time and it takes about five minutes before he’s blinking normally. Then he turns to me.
He smiles a bit and whispers ‘good morning sexy’ and I kiss his lips briefly. Then he pulls me closer and lays his head on my chest. When he’s ready - and you can’t rush him or he’ll get all bitchy - he sits up and stretches a bit and pulls me out of the bed. He leads me into the bathroom and we brush our teeth and whatever while the water in the shower runs hot enough to remove a couple of layers of skin. Once it’s hot enough, we get in and just kiss under the water for a while before we actually get washed. Once the water starts to run cold - my family and friends all hate us for about three hours every single morning - we step out, wrap towels around our waists and go back to the bedroom.
He always dries his hair before he gets dressed and usually, by the time he’s brushed his hair, I’m dressed and ready to go. So I just sit and watch him. I sit and watch as he blow dries his hair and then he stands up to get dressed and the towel always, always slips from around his waist. And to my delight, he never bothers to try and stop it. Then he has to choose his clothes, which takes a surprisingly long time. But he’s naked so I don’t care.
So, he’s chosen his clothes and then he gets dressed and it’s make up time. He expertly lines his eyes in black, adds some lip balm and he’s good to go. Apart from one thing. The kiss.
The kiss that makes my whole day, that takes me by surprise even though I get it every day, that takes my breath away and leaves me dizzy with lust. It’s deep and tender and loving and gentle and passionate and intense, all at once. Then he grins at me, knowing damn well what that kiss does to me, and leaves the room, the door hanging open behind him. I stand for a minute after he leaves, stunned and breathless, every single morning. And every single morning I think the exact same thing - that waking up with Ville is the most wonderful thing in the world.