Endearingly silly 7

"She was worth it, he thought"

The way she talked about her work always entreated him, the way she talked about making a difference or the way it challenged her and pushed her to her limits. But, there were these days when she came drained and looking like a kicked puppy. And being a preternatural curious person and all, he just couldn't help it. So he planned an innocent visit to her at work.

Seeing how her colleagues treated her and how she acted, confusion had been his first reaction then realization, and then rage had followed, closely accompanied by disdain and a lot of other things that had made him want to curl around her and just snarl at everyone else, because how dare they? How dare they treat his love  - the most amazing person he ever met- that way?

The thing was that at her work everyone knew what she was, but no one really took the time to know who she was, no one could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her, or guess what her next move would be just by the way her eyes glistered. And that was not because she hadn't let them in, that was not because she was an arrogant person who believed she was above everyone else, but simply because no one gave her a chance. And so, like a bull in an arena, the more she got stabbed, the more she’d tried to alienate the people around her, attacking with her head down if necessary.

So no, he wasn't surprised that no one knew her sweet side, how caring she was with him, or how loyal and affectionate she can be with her friends. It made him so angry.

Still, it made him grateful. grateful to God for making her the way she was, grateful to her for letting him in and allowing him to see her for who she really was.

So, that day when they went back home, he was enchanted by her every move, every smile and even every weird look she sent him, knowing very well how special they were. So, when he sat on his new shezlong - because you can totally have them on your porch and pretend you were at the beach-  right next to hers on their porch, the sunset light painting dark orange shadows all over her face, he looked at her and smiled because he knew that no one got to have what he had.

“I’ll let you know that my socks are starting to think about filing for sexual harassed,” She smiled, looking soft and relaxed. Her eyes were closed.

“Shut up,” he chuckled playfully. And then he just put more effort into pulling her sock off by using his toes, because he was evil like that. “It’s not my fault you keep using these weird socks”. He hated the stupid socks, they were hideous and that was the exact reason that every time she wanted to wear them, she had to search the darkest corner of their closet where he skillfully hide them.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said, but her smirk betrayed her.

Once one sock was removed, he proceeded to launch it somewhere very, very far – seriously, green socks with purple polka dots, it was like someone vomited on her feet, wearing such things must be a crime somewhere – and hoped that some color blind crow would find it and relieve them of its hideous presence..

“Do you think crows can be color blind?” he asked, sliding a bit more on the chair to reach her other foot.

She opened one eye and gazed in his direction, saw him moving onto his next target but did nothing to stop him. “You are a weird man and there are times when you scare me,”she replied.

He smiled, “I’m not,” he complained. He could feel the warmth of the last sun rays seeping into his skin as he stretched just enough to reach her sock and grab it with his toes.

“yes, you are, and even if you're not - which you totally are - you still manage to scare me anyway,” She murmured, lifting her foot to help him in his task.

“And yet you still love me,” He argued, dropping the sock into an empty flower pot that was right next to him.

It didn't come out as a question – because it really wasn't – and yet, she finally opened both her eyes. For a few seconds she just looked at him, her eyes following the smooth, relaxed lines on his face, searching for something. “Yeah,” she finally said, when she found it. “God help me, I do.”

He got up from where he was and went and lied right next to her, like a big, lazy cat curling around its favorite stuffed toy . He couldn't help but sigh, because she so felt like home.

For now, this time was theirs, and she was his and he couldn't be happier

Endearingly silly 6

"He was worth it, she thought"

It was mornings like this that she liked best. The mornings where all she could hear was his soft whistling - because accusing him of snoring was so offensive - and the birds chirping from the slightly opened window across the room, and she could enjoy the feeling of just laying lazily in bed without a care in the world and without the need to rush through... Weekends - to her- were simply heaven on earth.

what made these mornings even more great was the fact that as always she woke before him, but unlike the other mornings, she can actually lay back and enjoy watching him twitch and flip side to side, trying to avoid the flash of sunlight seeping through the curtains.He looked so adorable that she couldn't help but edge her hand toward his ever so slightly, until she felt her fingertips brush his hand. He unfurled his fingers and let hers slip around his. They both smiled into their pillows. It warmed her heart knowing that he wasn't even fully awake yet, but even in his sleep he could react to her touch.

She watched as he flipped onto his side, his nose almost brushing her cheek. She loved the feeling of heat radiating off him and his morning breath trickling down her neck. It made her feel giddy inside.

She squeezed his hand lightly, slowly rubbing it with her thumb. It made his lips tug up into a smile and his eyes struggle to open. At first his eyelashes fluttered, straining to grow used to the light flooding into the room; then one eye popped open, the other one stuffed into his pillow unable to do anything. A smile rippled across both their lips and they exchange tender looks. 

He scooted closer into her, their ankles twisted together and their legs were tied like ropes. Foolish love was flowing through their eyes. It had them blinded from the world. It was like they had no problems what so ever and all they cared about was the fact that they have this morning all to themselves.

She looked at him all relaxed without all the drama, the funny acts and the short temper and wished she could share this him with everyone. She wished everyone could see the same amazing person she saw. The one that didn't like to be woken by light, that woke up with icy feet and reached for hers to warm up, that liked to cuddle, or the one that loved to poke at her dimples then kiss her nose.

It made so much sense to her on mornings like this. It became so clear to her why she had to keep fighting for them to make it. That their argument or even fighting meant nothing compared to the way they love each other and keep each other safe. Just laying in his presence, listening to his slow breathing and the soft patter of his heart beats was enough to prove to her that it was worth it.

She wanted to whisper to him how much she loved him, how she appreciated having him to share life with, but she didn't have to, she knew he could tell just by the way she looked at him. 

He smiled brightly and raised his pointer finger and tapped at her nose, she shooed his finger and wrinkled her nose. His eyes crinkling at the sides and a little laugh escaped his lips. Those were one of her favorite laughs, the carefree ones that made her insides jump and her chest tighten with fondness.

And just for those first few morning minutes everything was just the way it was supposed to be. It was just them; keeping each other warm and comfortable and loved.