we'll be as shippy and fluffy as we like and you can't stop us
[It's early when Ian stirs, the soft glow of dawn just barely brushing against their bedroom window. His arm instantly draws closer against Souji's chest, and with a quiet exhale of breath he snuggles himself closer against his back. A quick glance at the clock with bleary eyes assures him that it'll still be some time before the racket of the kids' alarms disturbs the morning peace, and it's with a sleepy smile that he presses the first of today's many kisses against Souji's bare shoulder. No matter how often he gets to do it, Ian will never tire of waking up next to his partner of over a decade. The perfect feel of Souji in his arms, the slow rise and fall of his chest against him, the bare flutter of his lashes whenever Ian was able to slowly stir him awake - so long as Ian was able to start his day with any one of those things, it was guaranteed to be a good day. The arrangement of flowers centred for display on their dresser is as accurate as ever, and with every kiss he places on Souji's shoulder trailing down to his neck, Ian recounts and appreciates each thing the flowers represent. Green roses for harmony (he'd never thought such a peaceful life would be possible); a single lotus for the purity of their hearts; molucella (good fortune in a happy home); green carnations ('with you, I'm not afraid'); gladioli (the 'sword flower', strength and piercing love that strikes the heart deeply), all surrounded by cheerful pale chrysanthemums - perfection. Such an arrangement wouldn't be shared with just anyone, and the predominant colour in the bouquet left no doubt as to whom the message was centred around. It had been years since Ian had felt comfortable enough to begin demonstrating his affection through carefully arranged bouquets, and since then no dwelling of theirs had been left undecorated. The meaning of the bouquets varied, but the predominant theme - love, happiness, constance - and the primary flower (gladiolus, which had long since represented Souji) never changed.
Ian's lips are gentle against Souji's skin as he brushes them up his neck, coming to a stop just against his ear. It's no good to be awake by himself. As much as he appreciates being able to enjoy the view, moments together are best spent with both of them able to participate - and so Ian presses his lips against the lower part of Souji's earlobe, whispering a quiet good morning to him with a voice still thick with sleep. If they're lucky, they might be able to get in some good 'them' time before one of their zyudenryuu catches a hint of their voices, and comes to their room to check in on them - or before one of their kids decides to wake up an hour early for the sole purpose of being able to interrupt any quiet moment they could have had together.]