Just a little quick drabble written because it was my birthday yesterday (or today for you northern hemisphere peeps). FYI, unbeta-ed or edited, I apologise for any errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own. Nor will I ever.

Fang woke to see a mass of brown curls splayed across his chest, their owner slowly rising and falling with every breath he took. He smiled at the sight of his girlfriend's serene expression, a huge contrast to her usual tough and sarcastic demeanour. He liked that when it was only the two of them in the night, she would take down her walls and shows that she is like everyone else and is vulnerable. The same way she liked when he took down his emotional barriers and just be himself and talk.

His fingers on his right hand idly raked through her hair, getting caught in some tangles every now and again, but he didn't mind. He didn't care that she didn't spend numerous hours curling or straightening it, but letting it fall down on either side of her face naturally. But he did like that she hadn't bothered to cut it, but rather let it grow out past her shoulders reaching just below her ribs.

One of her hands rested on his heart, the other wedged between her stomach and his. His other arm was wrapped around the dip of her back, where his fingers would lightly graze against her bare skin every now and again. His eyes quickly flickered to the Micky Mouse clock on their bedside table – Iggy and Gazzy had found the exact clock that they had blown up back at the E-shaped house and gave it to her for her eighteenth birthday – which read a little past half-past seven.

Because he was lying on his back, his wings were slightly squashed but he wasn't uncomfortable. Max's wings were slightly unfolded and her feathers were slightly ruffled, which may or may not had been of Fang's doing, and needed a smoothing down sometime in the future. Fang couldn't help but look forward when that would be, so he could run his hands through her soft and silky feathers.

Fang looked at her body, taking in every detail, from the white crop singlet and the baby blue striped pyjama shorts she wore, to her sun-kissed skin and the tan line around her ankles. It was hot, as it was always in Arizona, in Max's room, only a pedestal fan in the corner to keep the couple cool during the night, and even though their bodies were pressed against each other Fang didn't want to shift their position. And by the way her hand would slightly grasp his chest, her nails scraping against his bare chest, she didn't want too either.

A content sigh left Max's mouth and she shifted her position slightly. Fang looked down at her head. "How long have you been awake?"

Max looked up to face Fang. "A while."

When Fang's expression changed, she quickly added, "don't worry. You didn't wake me."

Fang's grip around her body tightened and Max's nestled her underneath Fang chin and they fell into a comfortable silence and allowed themselves to relax just a little longer. Because in a few hours everyone else in the house would wake up and their own private alone time would end, with the sounds of the Flock; Nudge's chatter, Iggy's morning grumbling, Gazzy's singing and Angel's giggles filling the entire house.

Fang pressed his lips in Max's hair, which still smelled like her fruity shampoo and conditioner and tucked the scent into his memory somewhere in the back of his long-term memory. Fang loved moments like these, even though they weren't talking or doing anything in particular, just being with each other.

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-FlowerChild22