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When Corbeau and Philippe woke up this morning, they were in a... new position. Somehow, Corbeau managed to climb on top of Philippe in his sleep. The two had always slept side-by-side, maybe holding each other. Now, Philippe found his smaller lover laying under his massive arms with his head on Philippe's chest.
Philippe woke first to a fuzzy purple head tickling his nose and tried not to jump.
"What the he-" he muttered with a voice still thick with sleep, "oh. 's Beau." He held Corbeau close, gently scratching his scalp. Luckily, he loved it and began to nestle into Philippe's massive, hairy chest, before passing right back out.
Philippe loved it. He loved watching the way Corbeau's head slowly rose and fell with Philippe's chest. He loved the way Corbeau's eyes twitched and moved, indicating he was in the middle of a really good dream. Philippe couldn't help but wonder what the dream was. Was it something peaceful like them laying in a field watching everyone play? Was it dramatic like Corbeau and Philippe saving the world? Was it a dream of them growing old together as a married couple? Who knows, but Corbeau seemed like he should be left in his dream.
"Phleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee mhhh," Corbeau slurred into Philippe's chest, still fully asleep. "Marmie. Lessbe husbands."
Philippe immediately blushed at the sleep confession. He wanted marriage. Corbeau really wanted to spend the rest of his life with Philippe and poor Philippe was left pinned under Corbeau. He couldn't do that to him. He couldn't move him. So, Philippe laid there for another hour and he got to witness the best scene in the world: Corbeau waking up.
Normally, Corbeau would be up first, but on rare occasions, he slept in. Corbeau's bleary, sleep-loaded eyes would slowly open and he'd just lay there for a few minutes in a state that looked like he was asleep with his eyes open. Philippe tended to hold him and scratch his scalp in an attempt to bring him into the new day full of peace and love. Once Corbeau fully came to, he'd look at Philippe with a raw, sleepy smile and kiss whatever part of his body was nearest. Sometimes it'd be an arm, sometimes a pec, sometimes it's a rib. This time, he kissed right over Philippe's heart and poor Philippe had to act like he didn't hear the small lover on his torso literally ask to marry him.
Instead, he chuckled a light, airy chuckle that still had a trace of sleep to it, and reached up to kiss his head. "Morning, Beau. You slept pretty hard and I didn't wanna bother you."
Corbeau flopped his head back down on Philippe's chest and played with some chest hair.
"Something on your mind?" Philippe was now both concerned and curious.
"Thanks for being there for me. Keeping me safe. Love you." He looked up at Philippe who was blushing.
"Love you too, Beau."