Wake Up Slow
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Phil of the Future… but at least they're going to show it again!
The song is "Banana Pancakes," by Jack Johnson.
Thank you to CraftyNotepad, for everything.
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As the alarm blares, trumpeting her awakening, her tired eyes flicker open softly, and she yawns quietly. Her head turns and a small smile elicits dreamily on her face. He always looks so peaceful when he's sleeping.
But the alarm is still blaring, still signifying that she needs to get up. A soft moan escapes through her lips and she breathes deeply. "I'm getting up, I'm getting up," she mumbles to the inanimate clock, groping for the button. Her hand runs through the soft blonde tangles of her hair before vigorously rubbing her eyes. She inhales deeply again, as if the air will wake her up, and exhales with another sigh. She shivers within her warm blankets before she turns, ready to roll out of dreamland and into reality.
"Don't go…" she hears him mumble softly. "I don't want you to go." A hand catches her bare arm, holding it softly, forcing her to stop as she feels the familiar sparks that always ignite. "Stay with me," he yawns.
"But work…" she protests half-heartedly as she peers into his pleading face. "You've got work too…" she says, but it's easy to see that she can be convinced.
"Take a sick day." His eyes begin to open fully, and he pulls her closer to him. She, always mesmerized by her husband, says nothing, and instead, bites her lip. He pulls her closer, enveloping her into his arms. "You know you want to," he murmurs, his hot breath raw on her neck. "Stay with me…" He kisses her softly, gently, enticingly.
"But work… for both of us…" she protests again; though it is clear that her will is faltering.
Well, can't you see that it's just raining
There ain't no need to go outside
But baby, you hardly even notice
When I try to show you
This song is meant to keep you
From doing what you're supposed to
"Don't go…" he whispers again, kissing her cheek. "Don't go…"
She pauses, inhaling his musk.
"It's raining outside," he tells her, and the pitter-patter becomes more pronounced in her ears. "Don't go…"
"Mmm…" His words tantalize her.
"Don't do what you're supposed to…" He grins boyishly. "Let's be bad together."
She laughs softly, but again, says nothing.
Like waking up too early
Maybe we could sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it's the weekend now
"We can go back to sleep," he says against her skin, "Back to dreamland together."
She pauses for a moment, and then shakes her head. "Already up…" she mutters.
He grins, "I'll make you breakfast," he offers. Surprisingly, unlike his mother, he's a good cook. "A great, big breakfast, with banana pancakes, just like the ones on weekends."
"Mmmhmm…" she whimpers.
And we could pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just raining
There ain't no need to go outside
"Let's pretend," he whispers. "Call in sick," he says alluringly, "and we can have an extra day in our weekend."
"I do like weekends," she sighs. "Maybe…" She gazes into his chocolate eyes and snuggles closer.
"And who wants to go out into the rain, anyway?" He knows he is winning. "With me, in this bed, it's nice and warm."
She nods in agreement.
But just maybe, like an ukulele
Mama made a baby
I really don't mind to practice
Because you're my little lady
"We could have more fun…" He grins mischievously, "… if you know what I mean."
"Mmm…" A soft groan escapes her lips. She knows exactly what he means.
"After all… practice makes perfect, right?" He kisses her neck, nibbling tenderly.
Her eyes close in allurement.
Lady, lady love me
Because I love to lay here lazy
We could close the curtains
Pretend like there's no world outside
And we could pretend that all the time
His lips graze hers softly. "Stay home," he hums, "with me…"
"Maybe…" But both know, she's about to say yes.
"We can close the curtains," he tells her, "and we can be the only people in the entire world." He kisses her. "Just say yes…"
Can't you see that it's just raining
There ain't no need to go outside
Ain't no need, ain't no need
Can't you see, can't you see
Rain all day and I don't mind
"It's raining harder…" he tells her. "You don't like rain."
She shakes her head in agreement.
"You think it's dreary." He smiles. "If you stay with me, in our own little world, there will be no rain, and no dreariness."
"That seems nice."
"Whenever it rains, you should stay home with me." His expression is impish. "And today, it's raining outside."
She giggles. "I guess it is."
The telephone singing, ringing,
It's too early, don't pick it up
We don't need to
We got everything we need right here
And everything we need is enough
Another shrill ring pierces their sanctuary, but it's not the alarm clock. Her head turns slightly.
"Don't pick it up," he tells her, kissing her shoulders. "Just you and me today," he proclaims. "We've got plenty in our dreamland. We don't need anything."
She turns back to him and smiles.
"Don't pick up."
She nods.
It's just so easy
When the whole world fits inside of your arms
Do we really need to pay attention to the alarm
Wake up slow, wake up slow
His hand grazes her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. He kisses her softly, embracing her tighter. "You're my world," he whispers to her.
Her expression grows softer. "I love you," she says.
But baby, you hardly even notice
When I try to show you this song
It's meant to keep you
From doing what you're supposed to
Like waking up too early
Maybe we could sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it's the weekend now
And we could pretend it all the time
His finger traces hearts into her soft skin. "I don't want you to go," he whispers.
"I know," she whispers back.
"Do you know why?" he asks as he peers into her brilliant blue eyes.
She smiles tenderly, her hand ruffling his dark hair. "Because I'm your world, and you're mine."
Can't you see that it's just raining
There ain't no need to go outside
Ain't no need, ain't no need
Rain all day and I really, really, really don't mind
Can't you see, can't you see
"Stay home with me."
She smiles.
"Please… it's raining."
Her smile grows.
"Honey?"
She kisses him softly.
"Please stay home with me…"
"Yes," she murmurs.
He grins, and she kisses him deeper.
We've got to wake up slow
It was a nice way for me to wake up this morning. I hope it was nice for you as well.
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