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You roll over and look across at the tousled dark head on the pillow next to your own. You rub your eyes blearily as you
wish that you had as little trouble sleeping as your companion. You can remember a time when it was almost impossible for
him to relax and smile at the way his face looks so innocent in sleep. You know if he wakes the hard lines will come back
at the edges of his eyes and his mouth will harden, his eyes grow darker but that isn't his fault. You're aware of what he's
been through and exactly how that affected him.
You stretch your arms above your head and lay one hand next to his head on the pillow, reaching to stroke his black hair
fondly. Very few people are ever even allowed to touch him, you know, and he sleeps soundly as you stroke his hair.
Tracing your fingers gently along his cheeks you smile. You wonder if you could get away with having a little fun but
know that if he did happen to wake you'd be in a lot of trouble. Your leg curls up possessively over his thigh and he sighs
in his sleep feeling the warmth of you pressed against his upper leg. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing after all you
wonder and your fingers trace lower to his collarbone then down his strong chest.
You kiss his shoulder lightly and make a soft purring noise as he turns his head slightly with a slight smile twitching
his lips. One of your fingers is tracing a circle round his navel and you feel him lift his hips lightly so your ministrations
aren't tickling him.
He suddenly roll over, his back to you as if he's had enough now and it is time for you to stop playing but you have other
ideas. You draw your hand down his spine and feel his muscles twitch as your fingers strong lower and gently stroke at the
waistband of his boxers. You giggle quietly as you can feel him press back against your hand liking the sensations your gentle
stroking is giving him. You wonder if he'll wake up if you go any further and if he did would the slight bit of fun be worth
it. It may well be angry you consider, knowing that his moods are very unpredictable and that he may get annoyed at the slightest
provocation.
He sighs softly in his sleep and you wonder if he is dreaming. It could have something to do with the teasing you are
doing, you ponder as your hand strokes lightly over his butt. A smile curls your lips as he mumbles and rolls onto his back,
your hand sliding round his body as he does this so your fingers are now sat lightly over his crotch. You move them, backing
your hand up so it's resting lightly across one of his hips. You put your other hand against his chest and can feel his heart
beating slightly faster than it normally would be during sleep.
You roll over so your body is atop his, your legs between his own and look down on his sleeping face. Its not so often
that you see him completely unguarded, even when there's no one but you around because he's just gotten so used to needing
to protect himself that he doesn't even realise he's doing it anymore.
"Kamui," you whisper, quietly wondering if he'll wake soon.
You're not even sure if you want him to, feeling a little lonely being the only one awake but not wanting the peaceful
expression to leave his face.
You feel him try to roll over under you and being unable to because of your weight he pushes upward trying to move you.
You smile and stroke his cheek trying to calm him, knowing that his mind is probably creating nasty situations and inventing
stories that will scare him.
"It's all right Kamui," you speak to him softly. "it's just me and you know I won't hurt you," you
coo down at him.
He opens his eyes suddenly, his hands coming up above his face as if to ward off whatever he is expecting to happen.
You touch his shoulder and smile down at him reassuringly hoping he can see in the dark. Apparently he can as he lowers his
hands and reaches up to stroke your cheek.
"What are you doing?" he asks confused, "it's three AM why aren't you asleep?"
"I couldn't sleep," you explain, your hand stroking his chest lighly, "I was lonely but you looked peaceful."
He frowns up at you slightly then lets his expression relax as he notices your matching frown at the hardness of his face.
He lies back against the pillows and strokes your hair pulling your head to his bare chest.
"Sleep," he instructs softly, "you're not alone and I won't go anywhere."
You smile and close your eyes feeling the comfortable warmth of him under you and drifting off into a comfortable sleep
feeling safe and wanted.
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