5:30.
The clock's illuminated numbers glowed red in the dark bedroom. Jules Callaghan rolled over to be greeted with the time, and she greeted it back with her own sleepy groan. It was the Monday after a very busy weekend off, and while no one loved her job the way Jules loved hers, even she got a case of the Mondays every once in a while. Today was one of those days, especially since she had to go into work this morning by herself.
She laid in bed a minute longer, face up, staring at the ceiling and wondering what the day would bring. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the figure beside her finally begin to stir and didn't even want to fight the grin forming on her lips. He let out a sleepy sigh and rolled over, draping an arm over her stomach and snuggling against her. "Morning," he mumbled groggily as he rubbed his cheek against her shoulder.
"Good morning," she greeted back, the smile clear in voice. Jules reached a hand up and ran a few fingers through his short, blonde hair, meriting a soft moan from him and a chuckle from her lips. "I thought you didn't have to wake up early today?"
"I don't," he responded quietly, still groggy from sleep. "You woke me up." Sam finally opened his eyes and looked up at the sexy sniper chick who changed his world only a short few years ago. Even in the dim light of their bedroom, his blue orbs could make out the shape of her chin, the curve of her lips. Now he was grinning too as he tilted his head to press a kiss to her neck.
Jules smirked at that, leaning her own head away from him. "Not true and you know it!" Of course, they both knew he was joking. The whole thing was so simple with Sam, so easy. Despite having to hide from their team for the longest time, when everything was stripped away and it was just 'Sam and Jules,' the two of them being, it was the most natural thing in the world.
Sam kissed her neck again, this time his tongue slipping out and making contact with her skin a second before his lips did. "You know," he began between kisses, moving his lips from her neck to her shoulder, down her arm. "Since I've got a little free time this morning.." More kisses. "Why don't you call in sick? At least for a half day. We can go in together after my dentist appointment." A pause, a grin. "Or not."
With every kiss, her eyes drooped a little more, and the smile on her face grew softer. He drove a hard bargain, especially on a day like today. Had she been any other woman, Jules would have cancelled the next week of shifts and spent every moment with him in this bed. At the same time, had she been any other woman, Sam wouldn't have fallen for her. Despite his persuasion, he predicted the words that would come out of her mouth.
"Sarge isn't an idiot, Sam. He'd smell the lie a mile away!" Sam noticed that she didn't push him away, though, and with a grin, he continued the trail of kisses to her belly. Using a hand, he tugged on his shirt she wore, pulling it up enough to expose the soft skin to his mouth. At first contact, she sighed- yes, actually sighed. He loved the sound, and couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled against her. Jules' hand returned to his head, stroking gently against his scalp, and both were overwhelmed by just how right it felt to be together.
After a moment of comfortable silence, Jules spoke up. "Okay. Five minutes."
Sam grinned and threw the comforter over them both.