A/N: Originally written for the Sinfully Romione 7 Deadly Sins fest in the Sloth category (winner). Rated M.

Downpour

Steady thrumming of rain. Rhythmic breathing; the soft, gentle crinkling of cotton sheets.

Eyes open blearily and search out the clock. Late; too late. Rainclouds blocking the daylight, tricking the eye. Reports, memos, notes...

A hand sliding up her side, calloused fingers stroking her skin, a voice rough from sleep.

"Not getting up, are you?"

Fingers splaying over her stomach, slipping higher. Warm lips on her shoulder; moaning at the featherlight touch circling, teasing.

"Mmmm, have to. So much to do."

Gust of wind; gasping as fingers find slippery heat. Easy, open, body pliant and sleep-soft.

"Bollocks."

Mattress shifts, dips. Fingers twining through silky ginger hair, flexing, guiding.

The hum of words against her flesh.

"Be lazy."

Flash of lightning, electricity racing through her veins. Strong fingers delving, relentless pulsing pleasure. Writhing, grasping, body arching. Crying out to the rain-soaked heavens.

Shallow breathing, the warmth of a body stretching out next to her.

Raindrops drumming on the windowpane.

Then: twisting, pushing, swinging over. Large freckled hands gripping hips, fingertips pressing into heated skin. Sinking, stretching, smiling at his low moan.

"But not too lazy."

A distant roll of thunder; the storm is far from over.