Mornings like this were Street's favorites. No early morning assignments, no calls, no distractions. Just the two of them.
Street especially loved it when he woke before Chris did. She was more of an early bird than Street'd ever be, so she was almost always up before he was. Not that he minded being woken up with a kiss and fresh coffee, but Street liked this.
Chris looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. The worry lines on her forehead dissipated, and her brow wasn't furrowed with concentration. The dimple in her chin was pressed against his sternum with the crown of her head tucked under his chin, her ear laying right above his heart. The tension fell from her shoulders and her fists weren't furled. They draped across Street's back and down his waist in an effort to pull him tight against her, wanting to be as close to him as possible even in sleep.
Street shuffled back slightly and propped himself up on his elbow. Chris murmured into the pillow, sleepily reaching out for him at the loss of contact. Her hand found a hold in the curve of his spine and lazily pressed her palm against him. With a sigh, Street let his eyes droop as he arched into her and let himself bask in the feeling of her fingertips tracing the divots of his spine through the thin material of his t-shirt.
She must have been more aware than she'd let on as she pressed down with an added amount of pressure right above Street's hip, eliciting a jolt of surprise from the brunette. It was followed with an off-pitch huff as Chris opened her eyes, a sly grin forming on her sleepy features.
"Y'never told me you were the ticklish type."
Her voice is thick with sleep, with an added gravely quality that sends shivers running down Street's back every time he hears it. Hazy brown eyes gaze up at him, unfocused yet unwavering as they take him in.
Shifting once again, Street pushes away the pillows at his head so he can lie on his back. As he groans softly at the feeling of soft sheets against tense muscles, Chris is extra mindful to be gentle as she shuffles forwards and drapes her arm over his midsection and rests her chin on his collarbone. She looks up at him through thick lashes, arching an eyebrow.
Taking her prompt, Street drops his hand to her waist and traces shapes into the exposed skin of her hip bone. "And why do you think that is?"
His own voice is raspy from sleep, but clear enough that Chris can tell that he'd been awake for some time. She'd never admit it, but there are few things she hates more than having him sit alone with his thoughts when she's right there beside him.
"Because you're a chronic overthinker who believes that showing even the slightest bit of vulnerability will come back to bite you in the ass?"
"Because my girlfriend's a dick."
There's some soft chuckles, and kisses pressed against foreheads and collarbones and then silence. Street takes the moment to let his stiff muscles relax against the soft sheets, letting his eyes close slowly as he takes everything in. The muted raps of raindrops against the windowpane, the soft rustle of linen against skin as Chris slips her legs out of the tangle of blankets they've become wrapped in overnight and entwines them with Street's, and her the feeling of her warm breaths fanning over his chest. Her weight resting on his body is a welcome source of heat in the cold spring morning, and Street tries to hold onto this wondrous feeling of peace and serenity for as long as he'll be allowe-
Two resounding beeps cut through the air like a knife through butter, and it's with a joint groan of annoyance that the pair separate and grab their phones.
Caught a hot one. String of home invasions, latest one the crew hit had a private security detail. Guard took down one of the crew alive and he's talking. Cortez wants us in ASAP.
Street flings his phone across the bed and sinks back onto the pillows with a groan. Smiling at his antics, Chris shuffles across the space again and lays down next to him. She wraps her arms around him again and squeezes his midsection briefly, his arm coming down to lay across her back as they try and steal another moment of peace together.
There's a beat, and then-
"Race you in?"
"Baby if you've gotta ask, you're already falling behind."