thesunandthesea | morning after.

The night before had exhausted her, and it all caught up with her so suddenly. She remembered when he had rolled off of her, that he had gotten up to get something for them to clean up with after the new mess she had felt between her legs, and maybe something to drink.

But the minute she was able to stretch out comfortably, her head in the pillows and the warmth of the fire over her skin - she was asleep. Her body tired and aching in new ways she did not know, and the lulling dark let her slip away after weeks and weeks of anxiety that finally left her.

It's not until the sun came through the windows well after the dawn and she felt the heavy arms wrapped around her, that she remembered where she was, what had happened. Broad and strong, there was no pretending it was her sisters or maids that had crept into bed. Instead, it had her tucked in close to a broad chest behind her, soft puffs of breath on the back of her neck.

Sore as she still was, she did not feel a need to move in a rush, no, she was comfortable, and if the world had duties for them - it was the day after her wedding - they could wait. Instead, half asleep, she tried to put it all off for another minute, rolling over in his arms to burrow into the chest of - her husband. Her husband.

Facing him, she dared to crack her eyes open as she yawned more awake, peering up at him with slow blinks. Curious now, to see him in the light of day after the festivities, that there wasn't the world watching them, their work was done. There was just them.

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