Sunrise Comes Too Soon [Ginoza x Reader]

(www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSLalN… Please listen while you read!)

As the sun graced the waking city with its cheerful face, fingers of golden light reached into each home, alerting sleeping souls of the coming morn. Streets remained quiet. Street lamps flickered off. Residents rubbed the drowsy clouds from their eyes. They stretched their limbs, removing the gravity of sleep, and proceeded with preparations for the day.

But, as the light penetrated the window of a small complex within the depths of the CID floor, a thick velvet curtain concealed the entrance to the window. A soft moan, slight stirring between the sheets, and everything returned to silence. Ginoza rolled back on his side and faced the mess of hair pooling on the pillow next him. Strands of your hair dangled in your face, draped over your shoulder, the curve of your neck. He watched your bare chest rise and fall, slowly, rhythmically, signaling that you still dwelled within the realms of slumber.

He smiled a bit. As if touching the petals of the flower, the tips of his fingers moved aside those loose bits of hair, smoothing it carefully down your back. Your breath hitched. He froze. Then, you returned to your peaceful state, comfortable, breathing slowly. With a smile, he leaned in slowly, feathering kisses along your cheeks. You simply hummed, but the delicate strands of your lashes caressed his skin, just enough for him to catch his breath.

Ah, even with tussled hair and lilac crescents beneath your eyes, you always appeared so perfect in his eyes. Cupping your face with his prosthetic hand, you winced a little at the frigid metal, only for a moment. Then, your own fingers os flesh and blood melded with his, your thumb dragging over the bumps and grooves of the machinery.

Misfits were you, rejected by the members of society. You both had seen more bloodshed than the average citizens. You lost beloved ones. Your bodies endured more pain than needed to sustain a healthy hue.

According to the Sibyl system anyway...

He was reduced to the ranking of an enforcer, inspector to a mere watchdog, made to take a bullet for their masters. You were forced into therapy. The system deemed your psycho pass far too cloudy for a normal, functioning human being. Trapped in a cage of white walls, the constant stench of disinfectant and fluorescent lights, the only incentive keeping you going, keeping you hanging on to the last strand of hope, was seeing him again, seeing those pale, green eyes glimmer in the sunlight, his ebony hair reflecting the starlight.

He and his inspector were the first to greet you upon your release. Your reputation ruined, your hopes of any future better than what now lay before you squandered, none of it mattered anymore as soon as you spotted his face. Expressionless, calm, his eyes still held nothing but gentle affection towards you.

It just made the wait all worth it.

Once you returned to the CID, you settled in your new home at the highest level, the sanctuary for all enforcers, a place where they could be themselves without the judgement of the outside world.

When the veil of night fell over the city and the half moon adorned the city with its ominous light, he coaxed you into his bedroom. You came with no resistance. Passionate kisses were shared. Soft whispers made only between lovers were uttered against the heated skin of your ear. Limbs entangled in winding sheets. Gasps and cries formed your names as you expressed your carnal want for each other.

It was between you and him, no one to answer for your actions but yourselves.

In between silky kisses over your mouth, he hummed with contentment. You lightly tugged at his locks, urging him a little closer, inhaling his musky scent. He gently nipped your top lip before pulling away in need for air. He smiled a bit. The tip of his finger grazed over the distorted, wrinkled skin of your scars scattered over the plains of your face: marks of battles you fought and survived. How many times had he kissed those scars he lost count of completely. But, they were a part of who you were, who you became, and he loved every single imperfection.

As the intrusive sunlight peaked through the curtains, you grunted and turned away.

“It’s too early,” you mumbled under your breath.

He simply agreed with a curt sigh. He pressed his chest into your back and pulled you a little closer.

“We’ll have to report to the inspectors soon,” he said, resting his cheek in the softness of your hair.

“I know,” you replied. “Five more minutes then?”

He chuckled quietly. “Oh, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”

You giggled in delight, nestling into his embrace and burying your face in the covers.

And as he breathed in your scent, drowned himself in your warmth, sleep soon enveloped him in its arms once again.

The sunrise always came too soon on nights like these.

But, at least you had the coming evening to look forward to.