Justin's hands travel up your spine, his fingertips dragging lightly over the little ridges in the valley between your back muscles. His lips are on your own, light and gentle and sweet as he caresses you, confident in his ability to make your knees week.

“Mmm,” he hums, pulling away from you, his lips leaving yours red and kiss-swollen. Your eyelids feel heavy - all of you feels heavy - and you tell him so, leaning head first into his chest. He chuckles low and wraps an arm around your back, crouching just a bit to scoop under your knees so you’re cradled against his chest.

“Where to, darling?” he asks, husky. Cracking into a smile, your eyelids flutter open and glance meaningfully up at him, your eyes crinkling in delight. “Take me to the stars,” you sigh, cuddling into his embrace. He lets out a short, quiet laugh and curves his neck to kiss your head.

“So cheesy,” he mumbles, taking you upstairs nonetheless. He falls with you onto the bed, both of you feeling the lethargy of a long day. His arms are still around you, though this time you’re curled against him, his arm fitting perfectly over your side and your torso curving gently the same way to fit together like spoons.

The moon rises on your sleeping face, and before Justin drops off, he sighs out a breath of relief because you’re here - you’re going to be there when he awakens and with any luck, you’ll never leave.