What feels like barely 5 minutes since he fell asleep and Chris' alarm clock is blaring in his ear. He outstretches an arm, pats around his bedside table until it snoozes, and snuggles himself back under the warm duvet once more. A smile spreads across his face, as he rolls over, and pulls his girlfriend closer. In his sleepy state, he squeezes her a little from behind, before gently kissing her neck.
"Good morning beautiful," he whispers in her ear.
Her naturally curly, chocolate hair trailing behind her, she hazily rolls herself over to face him. As a subconscious grin begins to form across her face, Chris can't help but admire Kate's freckles sprinkled across her olive skin.
Resting a palm on Chris' cheek, she absent mindedly strokes his stubble, before pressing her lips against his.
"Good morning handsome," she finally replies, as she snakes her hand around his neck, cradling his ear a little.
Chris can't wipe the natural smile off his face, and leans in to kiss her again. He rests a hand on her hip, as her hand traces down his torso. Sliding her hand around to his back, Kate gently pulls him closer. He caresses her hip slightly with his thumb, and she moans a little, as the kissing continues.
But that was Chris' cue. Against all his instincts, he pulls himself away. Their lips finally part; they are both forced to restrain themselves.
"I've got to get ready for work," Chris smiles, his hand still on her hip.
"Five more minutes?" she pleads, stroking his shoulder subconsciously.
He smiles and kisses her again. But Kate quickly takes her chance and slips her tongue into his mouth. Naturally, Chris moves his hand to her neck, desperate to bring her closer to him. But he stops himself again.
Pushing himself backwards, he swiftly slips out of the bed, away from temptation. Seeing Chris in his creased pyjama bottoms and his adorable little yawn as he heads towards the door, somehow makes Kate fall for him a little more each time.
"Need a hand in the shower?" she teases, as he leaves the room.
She gets a wishful smirk in response. But she knows he is right; he has to get ready for work. And she should really be getting up right now too. However, with Chris in the bathroom anyway, where is the harm in another 5 minutes of shut eye?
20 minutes later, Kate is awoken by the soft touch of her boyfriend. He is perched on the edge of their bed, in his checkered boxers, his hair still a little damp.
"Come on, you can't be late either," Chris lovingly reminds her, as he gently caresses her shoulder.
He kisses her on the forehead, before getting up from the bed and strolling over to the wardrobe. And Chris has just the thing to get Kate's attention. He flicks through a couple of outfits, before settling on a stone grey, metallic suit. Chris has barely lifted the hanger out of the wardrobe when -
"Aw, come on, really?!" Kate playfully groans, as she watches him. "You're killing me!"
Chris laughs. He loves how much of a fan she is of this particular pair of suit trousers. She has always admired how they are tight in all the right areas. It's the one outfit that can make her weak at the knees just at the simple thought of it.
Having quickly thrown on the suit, under Kate's watchful eye, Chris decides to tease her just a little. He heads back across the room towards the chest of drawers, pulls out a pair of socks, and smirks at her. She clearly knows what is coming, as she bites her bottom lip a little in anticipation.
Chris bends at the waist, pretending to slip on a sock. He is sure to have his ass facing her, as he spends a lot longer in that position than is necessary.
But before he knows it, Kate has jumped out of bed, and is grabbing him from behind. He stands tall once more, laughing to himself. Turning to face her, Chris revels in the tender touch of both Kate's hands slinking around his neck. Planting another morning kiss on his lips, she then runs a hand under his freshly pressed shirt.
"You're such a tease," she mutters in between kisses.
Holding her tight, kissing her more intensely, he naturally leads them both back over to the bed. She falls onto the duvet behind them, as straddles her. Her hands are now caressing his ass, as he begins kissing her neck. He kisses her repeatedly, before taking a deep breath and begrudgingly rests his forehead on her shoulder.
"I cant…" he mumbles, with a sigh.
She lifts his head up in her hands, and kisses him one final time.
"I know," she smiles.
"You'll have to hang on in there until tonight, babe," Chris reassures her, as he clambers off her.
Kate takes in a dramatic sigh.
"I'm not sure I can wait that long," she replies, with a smirk.
Chris grins at her suggestively, as he forces himself out of the room. Kate flops herself back on the bed, just taking a minute to prepare herself for the day. But she quickly sits herself back up, knowing if she doesn't start getting ready now, she never will.
