more than words, a prompted drabble compilation
warning: slightly sexual situations
"It's time to wake up!"
He can't really complain at the way his wife chooses to wake him up, throwing the curtains to their room wide open before jumping back into their bed, crawling over to him, straddling him.
This particular morning, the sun glares angrily across his face. He can feel his inner fire rising, but he squints in annoyance. "Get off of me, Ursa, I am not your play thing." He pushes his wife over and she tips playfully, but climbs back into his lap.
"You are so," she teases, leaning over to press a kiss to his face, ignoring his noises of protest. "How else am I to amuse myself?" Ozai has just about had enough, about to sit up and tell her a thing or two, but she rolls off of him and he shuts his eyes, grumbling under his breath about the sun blinding him.
This doesn't last for long because Ursa is back beside him, kissing his neck and winding her fingers in his hair. "It's time to wake up, my love," she says quietly, kisses trailing down over his collar and across his chest, fingers moving over his muscles. He sits up suddenly, grabbing her wrists in his hands, but Ursa laughs and climbs into his lap again. "You're up," she points out and he growls, pushing her onto her back.
He kisses her hard on the mouth, partially because he's annoyed and partially because he's aroused. She knows that, though, he's sure of that much; she knows him better than anyone else does. That, and she has a habit of waking him up like this every morning, with quiet moans stifled in his neck, sweat dripping between them, hoarse cries of pleasure, and the sun cascading over their bed, illuminating it all.
notes: what is proper word count? idk...
