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Being someone with powers of the sun naturally allowed Solaria’s body heat to be warmer than the average person. Oftentimes she received comments about her hands containing a pleasant warmth to them that wasn’t too scalding to hold. In the winter months, her friends often joked about using her as a personal heater. This also meant she didn’t need to keep herself bundled in dozens of layers of clothing to protect herself from the bite. That being said, however, didn’t mean she was entirely immune to the chill of cold mornings.

The rising sun’s rays beamed through the partially opened curtains, and with them, Solaria’s eyelids slowly fluttered open. Almost instantly a shiver went down her spine, and in a futile attempt to keep warm, she wrapped her half of the comforter tightly. Despite wearing her comfiest of nightwear, the cold air still managed to nip at her skin. Still, Solaria supposed she shouldn’t be sighing. If she still managed to feel cold despite her solar powers, then she couldn’t imagine those feeling the same without.

She contemplated staying in bed just a while longer but alas, she knew there was much to do today. One of those things being breakfast. Solaria moved to slide out of bed. However, her movements were halted as something underneath the comforter wrapped itself around her waist.

“Huh?” Quickly, she realized that the thing was Asterian’s arm and Solaria glanced back to her husband, clearly pretending to be asleep. Reaching under the blanket, she tried to unlatch his hold on her - just how was he so strong!? - to no avail. If anything, Asterian’s grip seemed to be dragging her closer to him and away from the edge of the bed.

“Terry! Let me go!” Solaria whined, struggling to fight back. “I have to make breakfast!” In terms of magic, she was not weak by any means, but Asterian surpassed her in physical strength.

With half-lidded eyes, he glanced up at her with a lazy grin. “Don’t want to. It’s going to be cold without you.”

“Oh, right.”

Due to not being born with powers of the moon Solaria often forgot that meant that those who did would have a body temperature just a bit lower than average. On the one hand, it seemed nice as most wielders never seemed to sweat that much during hotter seasons, and would be a nice cooling pack for those who did. However, that almost meant that during winter months, touching anyone who did have lunar magic would be as cold as ice.

Solaria thought it was quite nice that they seemed to balance one another out in more than one way. Right now, however, Asterian was preventing her from doing things that needed to be done.

Just as she was about to protest, her husband spoke first.

“Sunshine,” he murmured, his tenor voice heavy from sleep. “It’s too early for you to be awake.” As if to prove his point, Asterian gave a wide yawn.

“But-” She began only to interrupt herself with a yawn. Was it from yawning being contagious, or was she more tired than she thought?

As if reading her thoughts, Asterian said, “I know you’ve been waking up earlier than usual to work, but sleep a little longer today. And if you need anything, I’ll help. You deserve some rest.”

Ever so slightly did Solaria feel her cheeks heat up. He was always looking out for her, knowing what she needed best. She glanced at the clock placed on the bedside table. She supposed it wouldn’t do any harm to sleep in for another hour. Besides, why should Solaria waste an opportunity for just the two of them and cuddle?

“Alright, fine,” Solaria grinned, and his grip on her relaxed enough for her to wiggle back under the thick comforters. Once she was comfortable, Asterian’s arms were quick to snake themselves around her, and she burst into a fit of giggles as he pressed quick, light kisses across her face.

With one last kiss on her nose, Asterian gave a drowsy smile. "Get some rest now, Soleil."