towel

She has no idea what time it is, but judging by the light filtering through the curtains it's at least mid-morning.

She reaches over for him but her hand only meets cold sheets and she sighs. She was looking forward to laying in bed with him for a little while longer before they had to make their way into the office for the day.

Sitting up in bed, holding the sheets to her chest she perks her ears up to see if she can hear him puttering around his condo, but then she hears the shower turn on, getting her answer of where he might be.

Confident in knowing where he is, she settles back in the sheets shutting her eyes for a few more moments. She's in no rush this morning, even though she should be but she just can't bear to leave the comfort of his sheets.

After a few minutes, she hears the doors to his bathroom slide open and she smiles propping herself up in bed and she just stares.

He's wrapped only with a towel around his waist, his back to her, navigating around quietly trying not to wake her, clearly not having noticed her gaze. She knows he likes to stare but he's not the only one.

He sifting through his drawers for a pair of boxer briefs, bending over slightly to reach them and she notes the contours of his back and his muscles moving and she can't help but let out a moan.

Turning around suddenly, he finally meets her eyes seeing she's awake and he smiles a good morning.

"Morning," he says walking over to her, reaching her side and pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

"Nice skirt," she comments, pulling him back by the jaw to deepen the kiss.

Grinning, he pulls back, taking note of her bedhead and bare face. "You planning on moving today?"

"Hmm... I'm just gonna watch you for a while," she retorts, hand skimming down his chest.

"Well, enjoy the show," he says, grin still in place, towel dropping to the floor.