He pressed his lips softly to the back of your neck, leaving marks every so often. His hands roamed your body and occasionally gave your hips a squeeze or drew circles in your palm with his thumb.
The both of you bathed in the afterglow of sex with a sheet twisted around your legs. The sun shined into your room, falling over the both of you, leaving you warm, content, and sleepy.
You were the little spoon again. You didn't mind, anyway. You liked the feel of having a shelter that would always be there for you to refuge.
You snuggled against him, your naked back to his naked chest and studied the tattoos on his forearms.
You bent his fingers back as he allowed you (being careful of the one he broke at just last night's show). He nuzzled against your nape and God, are you in love.
You opened your mouth to tell him you loved him, but with his arm thrown lazily over your waist and a smile against your shoulder blade, you fell asleep.
There were plenty more times just like this one awaiting you in the future, anyway. You knew that he knew and that was good enough for you.

Notes

wtf i love writing fics where the characters names are unmentioned