The first thing Maya saw when she opened her eyes were the green numbers on the VCR clock reading 11:00 AM and the square of midday sun on the carpet in front of the blue velour couch where they'd fallen asleep. She felt a momentary bit of panic that Nick would be late, but then remembered it was a Sunday and he wasn't working on any case currently.

Bleary-eyed, she adjusted her position to get a grasp on her surroundings. She could feel softness of the fuzzy blue bathrobe she'd supposedly borrowed from Nick but had ended up practically claiming as her own against her skin. The horribly scratchy wool blanket that was a keepsake from Kurain Village that she couldn't bear to throw out had ended up on the floor.

Nick was still asleep, his chest rising and falling softly and a bit of drool coming from his mouth. He hadn't slept in his shirt, and although Maya had teased him for being indecent and lazy she didn't really mind. She was somehow always able to find the exact spot on his chest that she always laid her head on when they fell asleep together.

Maya wondered vaguely to herself if he had any pancake mix left or if she'd used it up all last weekend. She was no good at making pancakes, and Nick claimed he was too, but whenever she asked him to he made them for her. And they were delicious. There were a lot of things Nick claimed to be no good at that he was really the exact opposite at.

She yawned, trying to disentangle herself from Nick's arms. He made a quiet mmf noise and pulled her back down. He smelled like shaving cream and the barbeque sauce from last night's chicken tenders. Maya moved in closer to him, leaning up to sleepily kiss him. She'd always thought she was an awful kisser. She always felt like she was slobbering into his mouth, not kissing him.

"G'morning, M'ya." Nick's eyes opened halfway, then closed again. Maya took another glance at the 11:05 on the VCR clock, then laid back down on top of the spot she always found on Nick's chest where she could feel the ba-bump of his heartbeat. It was a Sunday. Any of their obligations could wait.

a short request from someone that i was happy with so i decided to put it up here. to be quite honest, this is the only het ship i can write.