Morning sunshine seeped through the crack between the drapes, revealing the dust particles dancing through the air. The enticing scent of freshly-made coffee wafted from room to room, bringing Happy out of a peaceful sleep.
She was lying on her stomach when she felt the mattress move and Toby's arm land gently on her back, his hand hooking around her waist. She groaned softly, a miniature sound in her throat, and pressed her face more aggressively into the pillow.
Bringing her closer, he buried his nose in her hair, at the nape of her neck and trailed kisses along her bare shoulder until she giggled lazily (still an alien sound to him, even after an entire year of hearing it) and spun onto her back to face him.
Toby tilted his head toward the kitchen. "Come on, I made your favourite."
Happy nodded and hummed lightly in response, smiling at the evident excitement in his tone. Closing her eyes, she leant her head up and forward, a silent request for a kiss, morning breath be damned.