She brushed messy blue hair behind her ear, and all that Nino could realize was that his wife was so, so stunning in his old, oversized gaming shirt that he only wore when he was lazy, just wanted to be comfortable, and when he was positive that no one would see him. Admittingly, it was much longer on his wife than on himself, and he almost told her that she could keep it.
It was an old present from his mother when the company that she'd ordered from accidentally gave her an extra large instead of a medium, and instead of sending it back, Nino told her that he'd wear it. He just didn't want her to be upset over it anymore and his mother looked about ready to cry since there was no time to order a new one and have it arrive the next day for Nino.
His dad had said once Nino accepted it that may be he'd grow into it, broader shoulders, or something along those lines. Nino never really did 'grow into it,' though he did end up getting taller, and so it fit him just big around his stomach and falling to just touch the tops of his thighs. On Marinette though, it fell to about her knees.
She looked absolutely gorgeous and positively heartstopping as she looked up, and met Nino's brown eyes with her bright blue ones, wide and still a little sleepy. Nino couldn't help but wrap his arms around her waist, where the shirt was so big on her, and he couldn't help but bring her closer to kiss her lips, savoring what little that he could.
Morning routines could wait as long as kisses could last, and Nino wouldn't mind if they beat the kissing time record for longest kiss ever if only he could pull his wife close and kiss with all of the life left within him that she hadn't stole by looking absolutely gorgeous.
He didn't need to DJ until later, and his next filming project started in a week or two anyway. His wife likely was the only one of them that had actually had plans that she'd need to meet way sooner than he did.
Nino's hands just rested so comfortably over Marinette's waist, and he doubted that he'd be able to pull away with her doing so first. Marinette's lips tasted sweeter than any dessert, and her hands that rested over his face, brushing against his recently put on glasses that Nino had put on just a few moments before turning towards his wife.
"Nino, I do have to go to work eventually." Marinette giggled lightly, and her content smile informed him that she absolutely loved kissing him just as much and would willingly do so for longer.
"But you do rock that shirt better than me." Nino pointed out, watching as her face went slightly pink, leftover nerves from it being early and being caught in her husband's old shirt, probably.
"Nonsense." She smiled up at him, "It's your shirt for a reason." Marinette reminded him but her bright smile even as she got up off the bed told him another thing.