The lamp near their bed looked dim compared to the sunlight slanting into their bedroom window. They slept naked, their bare feet poking out of the sheets. While they slept, they curled against each other, Marik the little spoon.
He rolled to his other side in order to face Bakura. "Morning."
Bakura made a sound that was supposed to sound like 'good morning', but sounded more like a grumble.
"We slept through the alarm."
Bakura popped one eye open to look at Marik. "Good."
A sly look decorated Marik's face. "Too late to be productive, right?"
Bakura opened the other eye. His bed-ravaged hair tossed around his face. "So we should just stay in bed for another hour, right?"
"Yes."
A little purr escaped Bakura's throat as he sank deeper into his pillow. "I love it when you talk lazy to me, Marik Ishtar."
Marik rolled Bakura on his back, staring down at him as if Bakura were breakfast in bed. "I said stay in bed, I didn't say we'd sleep."
Bakura smirked. "Hmmm, if I wear you out enough, we could go back to sleep for more than an hour."
"You're welcome to try." Marik kissed down Bakura's throat and to his chest.
Bakura flipped them so that he sat straddled on top of Marik. "I do enjoy a challenge."