No matter how many years pass, no matter how long they are married, Amitie will never get tired of waking up to Sig. Requested by a tumblr anon for the prompt "Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed" from a 50 wordless ways to say I love you writing prompt list.

Morning Kiss

For all the years they've loved each other, Amitie is used to Sig's sleepiness. He'll remain tucked under the sheets and curl into whatever is closest to him. Whether it's her or one of their pets, he'll sleep as still as a stone, unmovable and silent.

But what makes Amitie giggle as she hovers over him is just how long Sig will sleep. Sometimes, he'll rest until noon. While others would worry for him, Amitie understands that it's simply a part of him. His body needs more rest, and she's never questioned it. When she gets to sleep in on the weekends, he is perfect, his warmth much better than their linen and cotton blankets, and they can sleep together for hours.

She would have loved to stay in the bed with him. Alas, she has her duties to fulfill. She cannot forsake them, but as the sun peeks over the horizon, casting a pink glow into their bedroom, she couldn't help but notice how it illuminated Sig's face. It complements Sig's hair, the cerulean locks appearing luminescent. Although they are a bit matted from the pillow, she still slips her fingers across his scalp and plays with them, threading through the frizzled, lank hairs.

Giggling to herself, Amitie makes a mental note to buy him a bottle of tea tree shampoo from Ringo's world. It's his favorite kind, the herbal scent suiting him well when she leans in to give him a kiss. She presses her lips to his brow, closing her eyes and hanging on to the moment. Her eyelashes flutter against his scarred brow, her smile pressing into her round cheeks, and she pulls away feeling fulfilled, her beloved's mouth twitching upwards in his sleep.

Amitie sighs and relaxes her shoulders. She smells the pine scent drifting in from the open window, knowing Sig will appreciate it when he awakens. She quietly claps her hands, and her staff appears between them. Smoothing down her white coat, she pivots on her heels and heads towards the door more than prepared to perform her duties.

"Going so soon?"

The voice which she has loved for years calls out to her. It is somewhat scratchy and deeper but retains his natural drawl. She gasps, her bright green eyes widening. She hugs her staff to her chest, and delight blossoms within her as Sig opens a blue eye to peer at her. Tilting her head, the flaps her hat tickle her cheeks, and she skips back to the bed, bending forward to peck Sig's forehead again.

"You're up early, sleepyhead," she teases, hints of pink on her cheeks.

"Didn't wanna miss seeing you go," he says, sitting up. He stretches, Amitie smiling at the wedding ring fixed on his scarlet finger. He grins that lazy smile which she has adored since she was fourteen. "Glad I woke up to see you looking so pretty, too."

"Aw, Siiig!" She throws her staff behind her, her teenage excitement still fueling her through their married years. Slinging her arms around Sig's shoulders, she presses a plethora of kisses to Sig's face, his deep hum sounding more like a purr until she plants one right on his lips. Cupping his cheeks, she feels his hand on her waist, his thumb resting on the curve of her hip, and when she parts for breath, she all but melts at the love swelling in his heterochromatic eyes.

"See you when you come back. I'll make dinner," Sig says, his gaze half-lidded.

Amitie snaps her fingers, and her staff rises back into her hand. She spins it around, stars in her eyes. "Oh! What will you make?" She suddenly throws her hand out. "No! Wait, wait, don't tell me!" She hugs her staff to her chest and chuckles. "I want it to be a surprise."

He nods, and off she goes with a grin and wave. Her footsteps echo on the wooden floorboards, her heart thundering in her chest. No matter how many years pass, Amitie knows they'll be together for the rest of their lives, spending countless hours nestled together underneath the warm comforts of their blankets, and she looks forward to the night as the sun greets her.