A/N: Having a go at some drabbles. Let me know what you think and I promise I'll be good at updating! ;)
Disclaimer: I had a dream once that I was a lost writer... does that count?
Morning.
She loved the way he'd say good morning.
She loved the scratchy feeling of his morning stubble against her cheek (though she'd never admit it). His warm fingers dancing across across her skin. The low timbre of his voice, as he'd press a featherlight kiss just beneath her ear.
"Morning."
No matter if they would be spending the day together or not, he would pull her close as if to soak her up, so he'd have her with him for the rest of his day. He'd whisper her name and steal another kiss or two. His pager could go off or his cellphone would beep annoyingly. Interrupting their wonderful little bubble of heaven that they had taken so long (too long) to find.
But if she tightened her hold on him, begged him to stay. "Just five more minutes."
He would.