I love seeing people first thing in the morning, before they're even out of bed, they're messes. But we're all messes aren't we? I mean we all have days where we hate the thought of interacting with anyone else and days when we cringe when we look in the mirror but that's when people are real. When you wake someone up with kisses on their forehead they smile and tell you to go back to sleep and as you kiss down their collar bone their eyes flutter open revealing that vibrant color that you love so much and as you get to the fragile smooth skin of their chest and you bite ever so slightly as you kiss all the way across they smirk and let out a relieved sigh and they are a mess under you. Their hair is messy and they have bags under their eyes and they don't care for once because unlike every other second of the day they don't even realize it as you're kissing down their stomach just above their hipbones before kissing all the way back up right in the middle of their stomach and chest back to those bold slightly swollen sleepy lips and get ever so close, close enough that they can practically feel you, and then going back down to their hips without ever letting them have the privilege of touching their lips to yours and they let out a whimper but they've still not said a full coherent sentence nor have they acknowledged the fact they have lines on the side of their cheek from where their head rested against the pillow after you carried them to bed the night before because they are so consumed by that look in your eyes as you finally grant them the pleasure of pressing your lips against theirs and in that moment they are the definition of carefree as they smile into the kiss so much that their teeth bump against yours and it's awkward and messy but they're happy and they've forgotten about the fact they normally don't speak to anyone in the morning before they're two cups of coffee into a *** as they pull away to catch their breath because all they can think about is how badly they want to tell you they love you and they will over and over again in that raspy sleepy voice in between begging for you to continue as you take away every thought from their mind except for how breathtaking your tongue feels against them and how smooth their thighs are in the palm of your hand as you run your fingertips down causing goosebumps to appear on them and how your fingers wrap into theirs as they grasp the bedsheets and try to maintain their composure and they're still just such a mess and it's the most beautiful thing in the world to see that look of pure exhaustion and satisfaction and love on their face as you lay next to them and stare at the ceiling silently listening to their heart pound in their chest and watching as their mouth once again attempts to remember how to form the words I love you properly. C.a.l