He always woke up first out of the two of them, always cradled within the soft spoon of her elbow, relaxed though never one to admit that he liked cuddling so close to her when he slept; he wasn't one to talk about it either.
She woke up second with large stretches rather than quiet, eyes just opening; Emma pushed out of her sleepy haze rapidly though her mind wasn't one to catch up to it quite as fast as her body was.
Emma smiled as if it was a given that the sun would rise everyday and that her husband would wake up so close to her, not touching her in the least; he was always careful to separate his head from her soft arm and move carefully back, quietly relaxed, eyes watching his wife for when she'd wake up even though he was still tired.
She turned to him this particular morning with a pleasant gleam in her emerald eyes as she scooted closer, finding the perfect spot just between his arms to make her feel cuddled close, nice and safe.
The Belgian woman beamed up at her husband as she half energetically, half lazily, pressed up against her husband to kiss him so gingerly.
She was like an energetic cat while he was her calm elephant, never one to overreact, and always there to calm her down when she felt like her world was falling apart.
Gupta pressed closer against her kiss, quietly memorizing the plain of her soft lips, enchanted by the gentle pressure against his own.
Kissing Emma was like the sky lit up with thousands upon thousands of brilliant stars while remaining as familiar as the ground beneath his feet.
She was his firework, sometimes rash, but always exciting to spend time around.
Emma's eyes were closed as she tried to follow his lead, feeling like she'd been wrapped up in a warm and comforting blanket, as if she'd found herself again just by leaning so close to him.
She pressed closer, wondering if anything could be better than sweet kisses in the morning, better than the gentle embrace of her husband that she loved more than anything.
He quietly cradled her closer as if realizing just because of who he was that that was what she wanted and gingerly let their kisses drag on calmly until they needed to pull apart and breathe.
Emma giggled as she realized that neither of their breaths smelled all that amazing. "We need to brush our teeth." She playfully chided as she debated whether she wanted to lazily stay in bed all day like a cat or get up and brush her teeth and may be continue kissing her husband later, and feel the sweet lull of a gentle embrace standing up and the gentle and enticing passion of his tongue on hers.
She didn't want to ever get out of bed, because then they'd have to work more than likely when all she wanted to do was press closer to him, ignoring the unpleasantness of both of their morning breaths.
"We do." Gupta sighed, perfectly relaxed, waiting for his wife's true first decision on the matter this morning before her actions spoke louder than her voice, and they pressed closer together in another kiss; work could wait a while after all.