His eyes suddenly shot open as he felt her fingers lazily drag across the torso of his tired body wrapped up tightly in the cool sheets, his stomach tensing as the hairs from his torso and below stood on their edges. He glanced at her and saw that she was still asleep; prompting for a smile to spread across his lips that she couldn't help but touch him even in her sleep. As her nails dragged across his stomach again, he faintly remembered a part from a movie that reminded him much like this moment: she'd scratch my stomach in the morning when she wanted it.

He shook his head lightly as he lifted his hand to his forehead and pulled his hand through his hair, tightening his grasp on his longer locks. He glanced through half closed eyelids at the clock beside him on his nightstand, the clock's red numbers showing through brightly. He scratched his head with his hand still delved into his hair, knowing that it was still dark outside.

'It's only 7:15,' he thought, his hand drifting down to hers on his stomach as she slid her hand up his thin, white t-shirt.

"What the hell!"

He pushed himself up on his elbows, glancing over at his side as his, surprisingly, and still sleeping wife. He watched as her eyes opened slowly with her cold hand pressed hard into his stomach, almost glaring at his sudden movement. Her nails dragged slowly from his stomach as she pulled her hand to herself to tuck beneath her.

"Sam, wake up," his voice squeaked with the volumes he was speaking so early, his accent heavy first thing in the morning.

"Luka, shut up," she mumbled into her pillow as she buried her face into it and inhaled the mixture of coconut shampoo she used and the tropical fruit that he used. She wondered how she'd ever convinced him to smell so girly, but then she remembered that there was a reason that wives shop for their husbands. She tucked her arm beneath her, her chest being lifted from the mattress below her until she was no longer crushing herself. "It's too early."

"It's 7:15," he sighed roughly, sitting up to an upright position as the sheets fell around his waist and he stifled a yawn. He tiredly scratched his stomach, his fingers trickling over an old scar as though it was the aftermath of rough battle wounds, and he narrowed his eyes hard into the bedroom door. "We're running late."

"Alex is so grounded after last night," she groaned into the back of her throat, rolling over onto her back, "I cannot believe he thought he could get away with coming in late."

He didn't say anything, in fact, he hardly heard her as he turned back to look at the clock again with narrowed eyes. The alarm hadn't ever gone off, and he was certain that he had set the alarm before he crawled into bed. He remembered distinctively, walking from the closet to the bathroom and back to the bed as he stopped to set the alarm along the way.

"Why didn't the alarm go off? I set it last night, didn't I?"

"You turned it off this morning," she sighed, watching him as he pushed his hand up his chest and rubbed his shoulder absentmindedly. There was something about his disheveled hair and his tired body that she always found to sexy – maybe it was just the fact that he was lying in a bed. "I thought that you were just tired and wanted to sleep in."

"I did?"

His voice was heavily accented, his native tongue almost screaming to be spoken. He looked at her over his shoulder, noticing her eyes drifting to a close again. He would have thought that she was going back to sleep if he hadn't felt her food crash into his leg.

"I think so," she nodded slightly as he turned his attention to the gloomy window, "I know you set the alarm. And I didn't turn it off."

He nodded his head as he reached over and patted her thigh through the bedding.

"Get up…I want to leave here by 8," he moved his hand from her leg and lifted the blankets by the hem from his body to climb out. He felt her hand slid around his waist and pull him back, her hand pressing against his chest and pushing him onto his back. "We're running late."

"We're already going to be late," she shrugged, her hand sliding down his stomach and up his t-shirt making her nails drag across his skin. Her eyes traced the features of his face, her fingertips making circles across his skin, as she lifted her other hand brushed the hair in his eyes back form his forehead. She inhaled deep as he reached over and touched her gently, the surprise being general because she was concentrating on his face. "You're so beautiful…"

Her voice stayed level and calm, as though she was mesmerized.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she muttered into his chest, her voice vibrating against him as she softly pressed her lips into him.

He could barely feel her lips through his thin t-shirt, but he still closed his eyes briefly. He couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to wake up to that every morning – he couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to wake up in love with someone that was in love with him. His fingers trickled up her arm and fanned out against her back as she lifted her head from his chest.

"If we don't get up now," he swallowed hard, "we won't make it out of here in time for us to beat the traffic to be on time."

His head was telling him to hurry up and get out of her grasp so that they could get ready for work and still get close to being on time, but his body was telling him that he didn't need to get to work – not like he needed her. He'd been trained to ignore everything that his body was telling him, it was a part of the profession, but he couldn't help holding her body to his. He hated weekends after night shifts; they let him get into routines of watching her freely.

"It's going to take at least an hour," she shook her head, smiling at him quite mischievously. She bit her bottom lip as she smoothed her palm across his body, pulling her nails down his side to make goose bumps appear across his body, and he couldn't hide it. "I have to take a shower, and you have to take a shower. You have to wait for at least 20 minutes while I'm in there."

She was teasing, and he hated when she did that because she was usually right.

"I guess we can skip your 20 minute shower," he grinned, lifting himself up and pressing his lips into hers.

He kissed her hard as he flipped the tables, pushing her onto her back as he cupped her cheek with one hand and pressed his other palm flat against the mattress. He slid his body over hers, his hips pressing into hers as he breathed deeply through his nose, and he let his guard down for just a moment. As he felt her hands glide up his sides, he stepped to the floor and separated himself from her.

Her hands were ripped from his body, her nails being pressed hard into his back and leaving scratch marks on his skin and her bottom lip was tugged as he left her slightly confused.

He made his way down the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He reached into the shower and turned the hot water on, using everything in the bathroom as a distraction to his throbbing pain. It hadn't taken much – damn women.

He closed the shower door and turned around, dragging his hands through his hair and letting his bangs fall back down around his face. He turned to grab a towel from behind the toilet and set it on the counter and saw his wife as she opened the door and closed it quietly behind her. A scowl immediately crossed his face and he only continued to place it on the counter before he shoved his hands into his hips.

"You can't have my shower…"

"I don't want your shower," she shook her head as she stepped eagerly towards him, reaching out and grabbing his shirt by the hem. She pulled it from his body, lifting it quickly over his head and tossing it to the floor behind her, pushing him back until he met the glass door. The door shook violently as he pursed his lips; his eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he looked down at her and raised a hand to her waist. "I want you."

"You have me," he shook his head slightly, lifting his other hand and brushing her hair back from her face, "always."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue tracing along her soft lips as he was seeking – begging – for the entrance into her mouth. Her hands slipped into the waistband of his boxers and pushed the clothing from his hips, the contact with his flesh making him turn and press his body into hers. He slid his hand up her tank top to pull it off over her head. He reluctantly pulled his lips from hers to pull her shirt from her body and throw to the ground, the shower door behind him opening.

The water splashed to the floor as they dropped the remaining pieces of clothing to the floor. With the materials no longer standing between them, they both stepped into the shower as their lips found the other's again, the water beginning to cascade around them.

She was pushed into the water sprinkled wall of the shower as his hands trailed down her body and slid beneath her thighs, lifting her from the floor until they seemed to be at the same height. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed his lips into the crook of her neck, sucking, biting, licking, teasing her as she did the same to the skin below his ear – her fingers messaging the back of his head through the wet hairs hanging over at the nape of his neck.

He jammed his body into hers, her mouth biting down hard into his skin as her back pressed into the wall harder than she'd expected. His palms went flat against the surface of the wall as he pulled his lips away from her skin to kiss her lips again. The kiss was brief and only lingered for a moment, one hand leaving the wall and sliding down her neck, her chest, her stomach before he plunged into her again.

He breathed out, clenched his teeth together tight to hold back a groan – the noise was there, but quiet in the back of his throat – and leaned his forehead against hers as he struggled to keep his entire body from collapsing. Both of his elbows pressed hard into the wall to keep all of his weight from falling against her, his chest pressing just enough against her to make her hiss out in his ear, as he moved his head passed hers and against a closed fist. Her arms slid around his torso as her hands gripped onto his skin.

He exhaled in her ear, his warm breath giving her chills across her wet skin.

"Sam," he breathed out heavily in her ear as he gasped for air. His chest was rising and falling quickly, as though it was a horserace, and his breathing was just short of being volumes louder than the water poring from the overhead of the shower. "I can't…"

His knees almost buckled beneath him, but, instead, he forced himself into her again as his hips pressed hard into hers. His bones ground into hers, and his mouth fell open as he continued to grasp for air – anything to make him keep going.

The water pelted against his back, the water mixing with the sweat protruding from his body, and her fingers trickled up his spin. He still struggled to breath in her ear, but that didn't keep her from pressing her face into the crook of his neck and doing to him what he'd been doing to her. He squeezed his eyes shut until he seemed to see nothing but black spots and he let a hand smooth down her body to graze over her sensitive areas.

"Don't," he almost cried out as his hand immediately flew up to the top of her spine, his arm looping around her body.

Thrusting into her again with his arm between her and the wall, the breath was suddenly knocked out of her as she struggled to keep from screaming so loud that she'd wake up the entire block. He clenched his teeth together as he put all of his weight into her, slightly surprised when her hands cupped his face and drew his lips back to hers.

She pulled back, as they clenched their teeth in unison, and inhaled deep as he took a final plunge before they both seemed to crash to the ground. He was definitely thankful that their shower was nig enough to do that in, and, god did he no longer care about being late to work. He was flushed as he lay on his back and gasped for air, his breaths quick and shallow, the water cascading against his torso.

"We're never…Going to find…A house…With a shower…As big…As this."

She gasped for breath beside him, sitting up and leaning back into the shower wall. She watched him as he smiled while he looked over at her, the water getting colder and colder as it fell against his skin.

It was going to be a long and tiring day.