Title/theme: MORNING
Genre: Humour
Summary: "Come on sleepy head, time to get up."
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"Mwu…" she gently poked his sleeping figure
"Hmm?" came his drowsy response.
"Can you get off me now?"
"Mmmm." He didn't budge.
She sighed. "Come on sleepy head, time to get up. So can you please get off me?"
"No." He shifted his head slowly, lazily, and snuggled closer.
She grunted in frustration.
"Well, yes actually, I can," he mumbled after a moment.
She sighed in relief, and was about to thank him—
"—but I don't want to," he yawned and kissed her collarbone.
"Mwu! Get off!" She tried to push him off, but was annoyed to find that she couldn't. Groaning, she silently cursed the artificial gravity.
He was still, and for a moment, she thought he fell asleep again. That is, until she felt him smile and heard what sounded like muffled laughter.
"You're doing this on purpose aren't you."
His grin grew.
She heaved a sigh. "I'm going to be late for my shift because of you."
"Mmmmm," he lifted his head and kissed her neck, tightening his hold on her. "I'm sure they won't mind," he mumbled.
"Well if they do, I'm blaming you."
"I'm fine with that," he grinned, and she rolled her eyes.
"Come on Mwu, all joking aside. I have to get up now."
He pretended to go back to sleep again, though not very successfully.
She sighed again, "Your shift is in half an hour too. And didn't Murdoch threaten to do something if you're late again?"
At that, his eyes popped open and he jumped up, almost frantic as he threw his clothes on.
She couldn't help but giggle at the scene as she got up and stretched.
It was just another typical morning.
AN: Don't ask. Sugar-induced giddiness.
