The morning crept in softly, spilling pale gold light through the cracks in the curtains, brushing against the bed in lazy strokes.
Billy was the first to stir, though he didn't move much — only blinked slowly, adjusting to the daybreak.
Artur was still tucked securely against him, his head resting just below Billy's chin, their legs tangled messily under the covers.
Billy smiled to himself, the steady thud of Artur's heartbeat a quiet rhythm against his ribs — slow, steady. Safe.
"You're awake," Billy murmured, his voice still coated in sleep.
Artur didn't lift his head. He just nodded faintly, his nose brushing against Billy's collarbone.
"Mm," he hummed. "Too comfortable to move."
Billy chuckled, the sound vibrating softly between them. He let his hand drift lazily up and down Artur's spine, a slow, absent caress.
"I was thinking the same," Billy said. "We should get up... but then again... we're not in a hurry, are we?"
