Sunlight filtered through a space in their blackout curtains, illuminating the room room in a soft orange and pink glow. Sighing and shifting until the too bright shone was out of her eyes. Kyouka nuzzled her face into the pillow, breathing in the smell of their detergent mixed with the scent of citrus from Denki's shampoo.

Her body still felt heavy and sluggish with sleep as Kyouka began slowly stretching and rolling out her muscles and joints. Willing them to slowly wake. After a minute or two she was able to roll up onto her side, facing away from the offending window and it's rude awakening. The scent of citrus grew stronger, a quick nuzzle and shift forward and she found her nose almost buried in a fluffy mass of soft hair.

Smirking she blurily blinked an eye open. The view was filled with bright yellow that could only be the horrible bedhead belonging to her husband. One of her hands slid up to cup between her cheek and the pillow, cringing at the feeling of drying drool she obviously left there, as the other slid up the silk sheets between them until it paused on the area of the mattress near the middle of Denki's back.

She could feel the heat seeping off of him against the side of her palm, fingers twitched a few times as the urge to wake him grew. They didn't have many days to themselves, especially lately when it seemed crime was spiking in the major cities, so soft, quiet mornings like this were cherished. And as much as Kyouka wanted to wake him up and enjoy the relaxed morning with her, she also didn't want to disturb his sleep. So she pulled her hand away from the radiating warmth and rolled onto her back, shifting up on the bed until her head nearly touched the headboard to avoid the stream of light, hands shifting around to get comfortable again. One rested across her forehead and the other laid on her stomach lazily.

Shutting the eye she'd opened Kyouka fell into a relaxed slumber again.

It was maybe an hour or so later when she was woken up again, but, this time it wasn't from sunlight. Flinching awake her eyes blinked into focus to see Denki leaning over her. The side of their hips touched, he leaned on one elbow while the other arm rested beside her head, boxing her in and forcing her to only be able to see him unless she moved away. Not that she wanted to anyways.

Smiling sleepily up at him Kyouka began to clue into what woke her up. It wasn't Denki shifting around or him leaning over her, he'd awoken her with a barest press of his lips against hers. She debated on calling him a perv, mostly to see his reaction and watch him become a hot, stuttering, blushing and extremely flustered mess, which was always enjoyable to watch, but it somehow didn't fit the mood this morning.

Or was it afternoon by now?

Somehow she couldn't find it in herself to care if she stayed in bed all day today. Usually they were both up early, even if neither one was much of a morning person, it was more out of habit than want, sleeping in not something they tended to do unless they chose to. Apparently today was one of those days though it was definitely later than they would usually sleep in to.

The hand by her head reached up for his face, he flicked his eyes to it before looking back into hers, leaning into the palm of her hand when it cupped his cheek. Kyouka's other hand slid up his chest, slid back down, then found its way under the tank top her wore to rub slowly along the warm skin of his back. It was long, lazy movements up and down and she grinned smugly when his muscles twitched and shivered under her fingertips.

Denki rolled his eyes slightly but returned her grin before leaning in to give her a deeper kiss than the one he'd used to wake her just minutes ago. Sighing contentedly Kyouka melted into the embrace, melted into the agonisingly slow pace of the kiss he set for them. But she wasn't about to complain about it, even if she began to crave more as the seconds passed, because this had to be one of the best morning's she's had in a long time and Kyouka knew that Denki had to feel the same way.