Married - Michael/Linnet
When she woke, it was to bright sunshine and a warm body pressed against her own; her husband was already awake beside her, watching her face so keenly that it made her smile.
“Hi,” Linnet found herself whispering, unable to stop herself from beaming.
A grin lit up Michael’s face as he leaned in and kissed her; she reciprocated eagerly, one hand slipping into his dark hair as she closed her eyes. After a moment, he shifted in the bed so that he was hovering over her, and she welcomed this new change in position by pulling him down over herself, her other hand reaching to clasp his large one.
When they broke away, Linnet gazed up at him; the hand that had been in his hair slowly moving to trace over his jawline. He had never looked as handsome as he did now in this early morning light, she decided, never so wonderful.
As her fingertips drifted to his mouth, he kissed them softly, never taking his eyes off of her. “Lin…” His voice was low, laced with what could only be utter adoration. “My Linnet.”
It was she who initiated this kiss, leaning up to capture his lips with her own; one of his arms slipped underneath her back, a palm spreading over her skin to hold her closer. She felt so safe and warm and loved all of a sudden, so content in his arms – it was a wonderful feeling that made her feel light-headed in the best possible way.
When they separated for air, Linnet found herself short of breath – but in the best way possible. “Morning, husband,” She murmured, eyes twinkling.
“I think I could get used to that title,” Michael mused, reaching to brush a stray bronze curl from her face. “You have no idea how lucky I feel, Linnet, to call myself your husband…to be able to call you my wife.”
“And you’re no good at romance,” She teased fondly, delighted when he grinned bashfully at the remark. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, she twined an arm around his neck and sighed happily. “I love you, you know that?”
“Yeah,” He agreed tenderly, his hand drifting from her back to her hip and squeezing – it made a warm fire alight in her belly. “I love you too…so much.”
