In the throes of Mereta feels (after Riana-One on tumblr wrote me an AMAZING Mereta fic), I asked for prompts so I could write my own fluff fic. This is the result!

Sunday was the one day Eret didn't get up early. Every other day, he was up almost an hour and a half before Merida to hit the gym. But on Sunday, he was free to sleep in. And to be there where Merida woke up, rather than have her come downstairs while he made breakfast after getting back. So when he woke up to the alarm on Merida's phone, he was more than a little confused.

Merida groaned as she rolled off his chest, right arm flailing in the general direction of the nightstand, trying to turn off the obnoxious chirping from her phone. It took Eret a moment to register that she was muttering in Scottish Gaelic as she rolled further across the bed. (Complaining about waking up, no doubt.)

Tried to, anyway.

Eret snaked one arm around her waist, pulling her back to him. Satisfaction unfurled deep in his chest when her warmth was once more pressed against his side; a contrast to the air beyond the blankets. Even as his other arm reached over to her phone and shut off the alarm.

Unlike Merida, who hated waking up any time before 10 a.m., he was a light sleeper, and he was already… almost fully concious.

"Eret…" Merida groaned. She wiggled in his arms… but obviously wasn't trying too hard, since he wasn't holding her very tight, but she didn't get away.

"Since when do you wake up before me?" he asked. Especially on Sunday. The one time they got to spend mornings together.

"Since I'm meetin' my dad for breakfast," she said, trying again to slip out of his hold.

He blinked, trying to remember if she had mentioned having breakfast with Fergus. Trying to remember if she had even mentioned that Fergus was going to be in town.

"He sent me a text last night, sayin' he has a layover here for a few hours." She was still trying, halfheartedly, to get out of his hold. "You are not makin' this easy."

He snickered, shifting his body so he could easily duck his head down to kiss her. She had been tense in his arms, trying to get away… but as soon as their lips met, she started to relax. Her arms went front trying to brace on the mattress to get away from him, to wrapped around him. Warm, and blissfully comfortable. Eret's definition of Sunday morning.

He pulled her closer, the lazy kiss becoming a little more focused.

Until she groaned, and tried to pull away. "Stop it."

"Why?" he asked, trying not to smirk as he saw her reluctance.

"'Cause I don't wanna get up."

"So don't."

"I'm gonna be late."

Eret had every respect for his father-in-law. He also had a healthy fear of his father-in-law. So, as much as he wanted to keep Merida in bed for a little while longer… he sighed, and rolled away from her.

Merida slid out from under the blankets, hissing as she was hit by the air of the bedroom - cold after the warmth of the bed.

"Mornings are evil."

Eret snickered as he rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in Merida's pillow as she clicked on the light. But he turned his head enough to watch her as she shed a tshirt he was pretty sure had been his in high school, before it had gone missing. To be found again when they had moved her things into his apartment after they got married.

"Stop watchin'," she said, stepping into a pair of ripped jeans.

"Why?" Nothing he hadn't seen before.

She pulled on a dark green tshirt (one of hers, so fitted to her slim torso), tugging the hem down around her hips as she came over and jumped onto the bed on her knees, jostling him.

"You are five years old," he muttered.

Instead of responding, she leaned down to kiss him briefly. "'Cause I don't wanna go."

She jumped back to the floor. "I'll be back in a few hours."

"That a promise?"

She smirked as she left the room, closing the door behind her.