Imagine your otp, waking up beside each other, having A have their arm over B, kissing one another good morning.
A Real Cliché
It was one of those peaceful, idyllic mornings within Myka's bedroom of the B&B, the kind that only ever seem to happen in movies and romance novels. The kind where time really did seem slower than usual and dragged on gloriously. Where soft rays of sunshine filtered through the curtains, the faint chattering of birds drifted in from the open window and the pleasant smell of the first pot of coffee of the day hung in the air. A real cliché.
It was to this that Helena awoke, the perfect autumn morning, neither cold nor warm, dark or bright. Just perfect. She lay peaceful and unmoving with one arm draped over her sleeping lover's stomach and the other tucked under her own head. Helena took the rare moment of quiet to simply watch the steady rise and fall of Myka's breathing, to study the tangle of her unruly curls and the look of utter calm and contentment on her face. Perfect.
Or at least it was until the violent blare of the alarm clock by the bedside smashed its way through the tranquility. It jolted Helena further awake and dragged Myka from sleep into the land of the waking entirely, interrupting Helena in her quiet contemplation of a sleeping Myka Bering. She made no move to get up though thankfully but rather she snuggled further into Helena's arms, grumbling something that sounded suspiciously like 'sod off'.
Helena only chuckled lowly before leaning over the other woman to flick the switch on the alarm and returning the room to almost-silence again, although with the interruption the world seemed to have picked up and continued to move again. The moment of pure glory lessened, but didn't quite disappear.
"Myka darling, I do believe my language is beginning to rub off on you again" she murmured, shifting slightly to thread her fingers through Myka's unruly hair, a lingering effect from the night before.
"Mm, sounds better from you though" Myka lifted her eyes to Helena's with a small smile, a worryingly mischievous smile.
"I dread to ask what you are thinking behind that smile darling"
"Don't then, but how much time before we have to get up?" Myka answered, her grin only widening.
Helena responded with a smile of her own "Enough" she said before wiping the smile from Myka's face entirely with a brush of the lips. The first kiss of the day, and yet another in a long, long line of first kisses.