2BNFairytail

Light, feathery touches curved down her body, rousing her from a warm and sleepy dreamland. Slender fingertips danced across tender skin with a nimble gracefulness, as if caressing a precious treasure. A smile curled upwards on pink lips, (e/c) eyes slowly fluttering open to meet the dusky light of dawn filtering through heavy curtains. "Good morning, my lady," a voice murmured; tone sensuous yet professionally devoted. The male baritone was just like the trumpets of heaven as it floated into her eardrums and settled inside her mind, echoing off the corners of her skull. She did not stir or speak. Instead, drowsy eyes fell shut once more, a