Arthur wakes up in the bed, rays of sunlight escaping from the edges of the curtain and lighting the dim room. His laying on his side, the tangled with the sheet and Matthew's naked back infront of his face. He closes and opens his eyes a time or two in order to banish the sleep, and moves closer to his partner, burying his face between the Canadian's shoulderblades. He inhales Matthew's scent, that sweet manly mixture of sweat and maple syrup and working out. And sex, after last night. He grins, and presses a lazy kiss on his skin, and another, and another, hoping to wake Matthew. He does, the blonde moans softly and moves, eventually turning to face Arthur. Matthew's face is heavy with sleep and it looks far too lovely for any sane human to handle.
"Morning", Arthur mutters. Matthew yawns, uttering something that resembles words but is not quite comprehendable. The Canadian closes his eyes again, and Arthur frowns, not wanting Matthew to drift off back to sleep. He tangles their feet, coming closer to his bedmate and plants a kiss on Matthew's nose. Matthew whines, and opens his other eye.
"Too early for this. I wan' to sleep."
"I don't want that you sleep. Pay attention to me or else I will go and make breakfast."
"Nooo. No you won't. You'll get lost."
"I live here."
"I moved the kitchen during the night. It's hidden and you won't find it."
"You were dreaming", Arthur smiles, and Matthew yawns again. "Maybe a little. But maybe the kitchen is gone", he argues, and Arthur rolls his eyes. "I'll go find it."
"Noooo..."
"Well show me some affection then."
Matthew groans, but does what is told and kisses Arthur on lips, then turns around. "There. You should be happy now. Don't make breakfast."
"But I'm not happy", Arthur says, and presses against Matthew, feeling uncharacteristically affectionate. "You're being a twat."
"You're being a hoser."
"I'd say 'bugger off' but that wouldn't help me at all so I'll stay quiet."
"You do that", Matthew mutters, and Arthur buries his face between Matthew's shoulderblades again and throws his arm around the Canadian's waist. Matthew sighs, but grabs the hand, and Arthur smiles.