omg thank you for enjoying it and thank your friend for sharing it!!! i may do a more in depth continuation with smut in a month or two but i've gotta focus on my wips before i start anything new so here's a lil peek into the next morning 💖💖💖
Joshua’s just gotten to the first chorus of Sunday Morning when you start to stir. Your hand blindly smacks the pillow next to your head, as if you’re trying to shut off an alarm, and Joshua grins evilly to himself at his place by your stomach.
He’d shuffled down the bed just before starting to sing, knowing you’d try to shut him up, and the few extra seconds he gained before your eyes opened and landed on him were worth it.
They roll first, then gaze at him fondly as your hand slides over the duvet, through his hair, and over his mouth.
He keeps singing against your hand, licks your palm when you press harder, and bursts out laughing when you cringe and wipe the dampness off on his bare shoulder.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Joshua smirks, “You seemed to like my tongue well enough last night.”
You roll your eyes again, “Yeah, Joshie, that was when you were putting it to good use, not using it to awaken me from a lovely dream.”
“Oooh a lovely dream, you say? Was I in it, perchance?” Joshua asks, confident smugness clear in his voice.
You smile softly at him, pet his shoulder, and say, “No,” before withdrawing from him and starting to climb out of bed.
Joshua doesn’t let you get that far, latching his arm around your waist and dragging you under his body to hover over you. You look up at him placidly, innocently, and wait.
“What was so lovely about it, then?” he asks in a low whisper, leaning down to press kisses to the soft skin of your neck and shoulder.
You hum, and Joshua can feel the vibrations on his lips, enticing him to follow the sound lower and lower, his hands inching up your (his) shirt.
“I was alone in bed and nobody was singing Sunday Morning, it was glorious,” you answer with a deep sigh.
Joshua laughs, but suddenly he’s scared, scared he actually did annoy you with his singing, scared you feel you’ve made a mistake, scared you do want to be alone in your bed right now.
“You’re not serious, right?” Joshua confirms tentatively, fearing the answer.
“No, Joshua, of course I’m not serious,” you look at him with a furrowed brow, concern in your eyes.
All the breath trapped in his lungs exits in a woosh, and he lets his elbows buckle and his body collapse onto yours, resting his face between your breasts.
Joshua lifts enough to say, “Thank God, because I already bought monogrammed couples pajamas and they’re nonrefundable.”
You laugh, ask him, “Did you get robes too?” and, offended, he answers, “Of course I did, I’m not a peasant. They’ll be here next week.”
And mayhap he got another set too, with your first two initials and his last, but you don’t need to know that. Yet.
No, all you need to know is that he’s already planning your next sleepover, planning what to cook with you and what wine to bring over, planning what exactly he’ll be doing to you for the rest of the night, and the morning, if you’re up for it.
Speaking of, “Would you mind if I put my tongue to good use again right now?” Joshua asks suavely.
You think for a second, your eyes narrowed as you go over logistics in your head.
“What if we do it in the shower?”
“Your mind is so powerful, Joshie.”
