Mike woke slowly, feeling the weight on his chest move slightly. He lifted his head from the pillow looking down at the curls resting against his skin with a smile. He must have been asleep when Bobby got in last night. Bobby shifted around a little more, looking up at him.
"Morning," Mike said, reaching to stroke Bobby's hair.
"Morning," Bobby pressed a kiss to his skin.
"What time did you get in last night?"
"It was late, I was finishing some paperwork."
"Breakfast?"
"Later," Bobby moved up giving Mike a kiss before laying back down, his face in Mike's neck.
"Later is good."