"Morning Light in the Miranda Household"

The warm rays of sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting a gentle glow over the quiet bedroom. Phillipa Soo, still wrapped in the softness of her sheets, smiled as she listened to the gentle hum of Lin-Manuel Miranda's breathing. It was a sound she'd grown accustomed to over the years, a sound that brought her comfort and peace. She snuggled deeper into the blankets, feeling the soft fabric against her skin, and let out a contented sigh. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, Phillipa's thoughts began to wander to the day ahead. She had a few meetings scheduled with her team to discuss an upcoming project, and Lin had a rehearsal for his latest musical. She made a mental note to send him a care package with his favorite snacks, a habit she'd developed over the years to show her love and support. Lin, sensing her stirring, slowly opened his eyes and turned to face her. His morning voice, a little rough and husky, sent shivers down her spine as he whispered, "Good morning, my love." Phillipa's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze, her eyes locking onto his warm, sleepy smile. "Good morning," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Lin's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. The tender touch sent a wave of intimacy washing over her, and Phillipa felt her body relax into his. As they lay there, wrapped in the quiet of their bedroom, Lin began to run his fingers over Phillipa's skin, tracing the curves of her face and neck. It was a gentle, soothing touch, one that seemed to awaken her senses and draw her closer to him. Phillipa closed her eyes, letting the sensation wash over her, and felt Lin's lips brush against her forehead. "I'm so grateful for mornings like this," Lin whispered, his breath tickling her skin. "Just us, in our own little world." Phillipa's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him. "Me too," she replied, her voice filled with emotion. "I love waking up with you." As they lay there, the tension between them grew, a slow-burning fire that threatened to ignite into something more. Lin's fingers continued their gentle exploration of her skin, sending shivers down her spine, and Phillipa felt her body respond, her heart beating faster in her chest. Without a word, Lin leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love and affection, of a deep connection that went beyond words. Phillipa's lips parted, inviting him in, and Lin's tongue slipped inside, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. As they kissed, the world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intimacy of the moment. Phillipa felt herself getting lost in Lin's eyes, in the warmth of his touch, and she knew that this was where she belonged – in this bed, with this man, surrounded by the softness of their love.