Good Morning

Allen was never a morning person. Like most people, the American found waking up at any time later than 10:00 a crucible not worth bearing if his roof suddenly began to crumble and the earth opened up to swallow the remains of everything he held dear. Waking up and staying up was like being immersed in song, only to have your headphones violently ripped from your ears and then being beaten to a bloody pulp, and left to crawl up from the grimy, disgusting alleyway we all knew you walk down sometimes and back to civilization.

All right all right, maybe it wasn't all that. But the point remained that Allen was no morning person. Never had been.

Luciano however…

Something about mornings made the Italian somewhat more agreeable and–though Allen would never tell him–so much more adorable. With sleep still clinging to the edges of his voice, and the tug of fatigue weighing his eyelids, he was positively sunlight was dyed a reddish brown as it passed through his hair, making his eyelashes look thin a delicate as they rested against his cheeks.

Allen crawled up Luciano's body. They usually slept shirtless and last night had been no exception. Previously Allen laid his his cheek squished up against Luciano's chest with his arms wrapped around his sides in a lazy sort of cuddle. Once the American had protested this position, insisting he must be crushing the considerably smaller man underneath his weight. Luciano told him otherwise, having claimed Allen did no such thing. He didn't even fidget when Allen rested atop his chest, sometimes his stomach, and pressed a portion of his bodyweight against his. Luciano liked having him there where he could reach down to curl his fingers into Allen's hair. He enjoyed his hair being petted way more than he cared to admit, and Luciano knew it.

Now he was nearly level with his bedmate and brushed his nose carefully against his. Luciano twitched. He was awfully easy to rouse. When his eyes just barely slid open, Allen placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Morning baby," He cooed, only going for a nickname he wouldn't otherwise dare use because it was exactly the kind of thing Luciano hated and–under normal circumstances–might smack him for using. "How'd you sleep?"

Luciano let out a little yawn, sleep still weighing on his eyelids as he stretched, pushing his chest forward. He leaned forward and pecked Allen's lips. "Mm, ok," He said airily, sounding sickly sweet and sporting a tiny smile that was so unlike him, but not unwelcome. "You?"

"Good." Allen reached up and cupped the edge of his jaw, his palm stretched the length of it and ended at his chin, his fingers lingering on Luciano's neck. "Gimme a kiss."

Luciano sighed happily and leaned up to comply without complaint: pliant and warm under his boyfriend's hands. They remained that way for only a few seconds. Allen didn't want to risk waking him up too much. But as they separated Luciano leaned back against the pillows and mumbled, "We should get up."

"No," Allen whined, pressing more of his weight against the Italian.

Luci pouted, his eyes brightening with a more wakeful sort of light. "I think we should."

Allen leaned forward and brushed his cheek against Luciano's, letting his hand drop from his face. This was his attempt to keep the other somewhat sleepy. "I wanna cuddle," He said "Can we be sleepy for a few more minutes?"

Luciano let out a groan and idly stroked his cheek with the back of one hand. "Ok…"

Allen grinned and nuzzled the area just below Luci's ear.

"Hey babe?" He said, with a tone that warned for want. Luciano looked blearily down, unaware of this fact. "Can we have pancakes?"

Luciano hummed and kissed Allen again. "Mhm."

He grinned. "I love you~"

"Love you too."