Summary: A promise is made one lazy Saturday morning.

Hope you like it, haven't written for The Fast and Furious Archive yet :D

Promise:

Your skin glows a delicious golden brown in the rising sun, I notice as I watch from my place in our bed. Your back is to me and you're still perfectly asleep, despite the fact you always seem to wake up when I watch you in the mornings. Something about you having a sixth sense, but I call you a bullshitter and we end up laughing for about half an hour. Your golden curls are that; golden, creating a halo that probably shouldn't be there but is.

You are beautiful.

Stunning.

Fantastic.

Loud, even in sleep. You're muttering something into your pillow, muffled from the white fluffiness beneath you. Dribble is slowly flowing from your open mouth, and even though it is crusting on your stubble covered cheek, you still look holy and sexy and angelic.

So, so beautiful.

Like my own personal drop of sunshine. You get awfully pissed when I call you that, like it annoys you, though I've heard you admit to Mia that you secretly love it.

When awake, you are a whirlwind of energy. You keep me on my toes, keep Vince in check, help Mia with the cooking. God, you are a wizard in the kitchen. Before you, I don't know how I survived.

Really, I don't.

You are beautiful, and I can't believe I hadn't noticed when we first met. When we met again, your golden curls were no longer there, but after many begs and pleas from me, you called me a stubborn bastard and promised you'd grow them back in.

And you did.

They are sticking to your forehead now in a comfortable sweat that only sleep can bring. Soon, I know you'll wake up and bug me until I get out of bed, but I just like laying here and watching you sometimes.

My little drop of sunshine.

You made my life happy, you made my life complete. I would be rotting in a jail somewhere if it wasn't for you. And if it wasn't for me, you'd still be stuck on the Police Force. That stupid, restrictive Police Force that kept you in a shell. You, beautiful you.

I was both glad and proud when you finally broke out of that and actually trusted me.

It was our first kiss together.

Your blue eyes were wide as I leaned in closer, desperate to get a taste of that motor mouth. Those sinful, beautiful eyes. So rich, so blue. So, so, so innocent despite the shit that has been thrown at you from every angle in the thing we call life.

Most of it without me.

The first time we slept in the same bed, before I put on my pyjama bottoms, you grabbed my arm and pulled me to sit on the bed. You told me that you usually get nightmares, and you were so nervous about it. You were biting at your bottom lip innocently, your eyebrows flattened into a frown. I rubbed at your forehead with my thumb and told you to stop being so silly.

That's the first time I got a genuine smile from you.

And I promised you right there that I would make you smile again.

So, since it's a running theme, this is my promise, Brian O'Conner. My promise that I am making to you, on this lazy Saturday morning.

I love you.

And I always will.

You'll never be alone.

And as you blink those sinful blue eyes open and turn around to greet me with a chaste morning kiss that is a little gross, I know you are promising me the same thing.

Thank you for reading! :D