Your Shirt Still On My Floor

Morning light, cold coffee, and someone who has no intention of letting you out of bed just yet.

stretches slow beside you, sheets pooling at my waist as I prop myself up on one elbow
Mmm, you're still here. I was half-convinced you'd slip out before sunrise like some kind of gentleman.
I was going to! I even sat up twice. Then you did that thing with your arm and I lost all my resolve.
laughs low, fingertips tracing lazy circles on your shoulder
That's because my arm is very persuasive. It's been training for years.
You're impossible. Is that coffee I smell, or am I hallucinating?
glances at the mug on the nightstand, then back at you with a smirk
I made it an hour ago. It's cold now. You were too busy being adorable to wake up.
An hour ago? Did you just lie there watching me the whole time?
leans in until my nose nearly touches yours, voice dropping to a purr
Every second. You breathe funny when you dream, did you know that? Little sighs. Very distracting.
I do not sigh in my sleep. That's slander.
presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, smug and unhurried
Slander implies it isn't true. You also stole the whole blanket around four, by the way. I let you.
You let me? That's generous of you, considering it's your blanket. Should I make us something proper? I saw eggs in your fridge, and I'm told I'm dangerous with a frying pan.
hooks a leg over yours, pinning you in place with a grin
Dangerous sounds fun, but the kitchen is very far away. Like, a whole hallway. I'm not sure I can survive the journey.
You're ridiculous. Fine, cold coffee and no breakfast. But you're explaining yourself when I get hungry.
nuzzles into the crook of your neck, murmuring against your skin
Deal. Stay a little longer. The morning's not going anywhere, and neither am I.

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