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author: Logan Berry (loganberryx@yahoo.co.uk )

Summary: A POV. A captured moment with a Cajun lover.

Rating/warning & pairing: PG, pairing – u decided ‘grin’.

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any Marvel Characters.

Feedback very welcome

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To Watch You Sleep

I lay awake and watch you sleep.

That long mane of auburn hair rests like strands of gold-spun thread on the pillows, those streaks of red flow from your temples to mix with the copper like shining garnet rivers.

Your strong but gentle features are almost angelic to my eyes as you lay peacefully beside me.

No crease furrows your brow, the smooth skin of your forehead empty of the day’s troubles.

Your fine straight nose twitches occasionally as you breathe; deep slow scoops of air filling your lungs.

Your long delicate lashes flicker and tremble as dreams pass through your mind; and lips, parted in relaxation, soften and pout as the air is pushed gently from between them.

You move slowly in your repose, rolling unconsciously to find that comfortable position.

I smile as you wrinkle your face and softly moan as you settle back.

And then that small, almost imperceptible smile begins to creep across your lips. The one that tells me consciousness has returned to your body. Is it possible you felt me looking?

As it spreads, those long, dark lashes flutter and a deep sigh passes your lips as you breathe in and then out; that first full breath of day exorcised from your lungs.

As your lids slowly raise, those two ebony and ruby eyes sparkle at me. Your whole face seems to lighten as recognition dawns.

The sleeping seraph that graces my bed now looks upon me with such tenderness, a living, breathing angel that wraps me in his embrace; silken copper locks and soft kisses covering my face.

I lay awake and watch you sleep.

To watch you sleep is to see everything that I am embodied in your slumbering form.

But to watch you waken is to feel the very essence of my being float on air.