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She smiles in the morning.

It's ridiculous really. Who smiles in the morning?

But, always, a smile for Alex. Sweet and simple; glorious and beautiful –– everything perfect. Piper's smiles are big, and they're real smiles; her eyes squint and she tucks in her chin a little, almost bashful, yet everything but.

They ask how.

Alex, she's not your type. How can you love somebody like her?

Most mornings, when Alex doesn't have to rush off to work, Piper will insist she make breakfast in bed. Or, if not, just coffee. She's a kid. She's cute, sweet and sexy. She kind of makes Alex ask herself why they didn't meet sooner.

Her hair is messy. Blonde, wavy even, nearly reaching down to her hips, and so damn messy. Piper doesn't care. She walks around Alex's home as if it's her own too, wearing an oversized shirt, her legs showing, bare feet causing the floorboard to creak with every step.

Alex is always startled to wake up to her.

Because, even though she cannot imagine a morning without her, Piper always overwhelms Alex. How perfect she fits beside her in bed; how her body is so warm and soft, and how she smells amazing without having to try, and how it's so, so, so easy to drift off to sleep with her chest pressed to hers. Their hearts beating together, together, and it's suddenly a relief to live simply, with her girl.

Each morning Alex has to cuddle Piper. At least once. Maybe sometimes just to make sure she's not going anywhere, but, really, she just wants her. She just wants Piper's embraces, her arms around her waist, or the back of her neck. She likes to surprise her with hugs from behind, just to observe Piper's response –– just to see her smile blossom, for her eyes to squint in joy, for maybe a gentle laugh to break free.

She asks –– 'why are you so perfect, babe?'

Piper giggles.

She thinks Alex is joking.

(How much Alex wishes that were true.)

Alex never considered herself the romantic.

Not before Piper.

Pipes.

Her Pipes.

It's too easy. Falling in love with her. And every time she thinks about her –– when she's got nothing better to do, when she's working, when she's alone –– her breath catches. And, for a moment, Alex's body betrays her, and she can't quite handle it. Piper is happiness. Piper is a riddle, she makes Alex question –– will she be gone tomorrow morning? But, maybe that's just Alex's insecurities screaming at her, and all she needs is Piper to roll her eyes playfully, nudge her, kiss her, hold her, remind her again and again: It's you. It's only you.

I love you too.

She grabs a book sometimes. Lies beside Alex in bed, and reads with her.

Possibly grabs her glasses. Wear them herself. Mock her, laugh, and they will end up rolling over, lost in a pillow fight, something stupid, until Alex gives in and has to kiss her. Kiss her for minutes, for hours, all night until the only thing which covers them is the thin, white sheet.

They ask how.

How can Alex fall for somebody like Piper?

It's easy. And it's dumb.

Piper offers everything Alex has never had.

The sun is warm, birds chirping, and she opens her eyes, and Piper's there, waiting for her, and then she'll go make coffee, or talk, or kiss, or nothing at all.

But her smile is the only gift Alex will ever need.

'… morning,' Piper will mumble, and then kiss –– of all places –– her nose.

Nothing. Nothing more.

Perfect.

Maybe I fell in love when you woke me up.

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author's note: This is a ONESHOT.

I have no idea where this came from. You can blame Ed Sheeran. This past week has been Hell, and then this happened, and I guess it's not too bad. So, yeah, hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review.