Laura smiled as Carson discarded his towel on the foot of the bed and lay back down next to her. "And what were you waiting for me for?" he asked, turning to smile at her as he pushed his damp hair back from his forehead.
"I was waiting," Laura replied languidly, rolling over to slide on top of him and finally settle straddled on his hips. "I was waiting to tell you good morning properly." She leaned forward and braced her hands against his shoulders. "Since you have to get up earlier than me, and since yesterday was so terrible, I wanted to start this morning off right. So, good morning shower hair," she said lightly, tilting further forward to place a light kiss against his damp hair.
"And good morning ear," she continued, dragging a feather light kiss down from his forehead to the tip of his ear. She nipped gently, smiling against his skin and placing another kiss right behind his ear before moving on.
She moved down from his ear to his neck just under his chin. Her hand slid down to rest against his bare and still damp chest as she placed a trail of light, breathy kisses all along his neck. "And good morning neck," she mumbled, enjoying the sharp intake of breath as she reached a sensitive spot near his collarbone. She smiled against his skin again as he finally reached up and pulled her down on top of him. The feeling of his warm, damp skin against hers made her sigh quietly as she stretched forward, her mouth only a breath away from his. "And good morning lips," she said quietly, placing her lips against his and sucking gently, playfully, on his lower lip.
Laura loved the taste of him in the morning. His skin tasted like soap and shampoo from the shower, still damp and slick against her as she waited for him to stop toying with her and kiss her back. He loved to play that game; to let her make the first move, to try and hold still as long as he could until he always, always, leaned his head up to her, slipped a hand into her hair, and kissed her back with a passion that she was certain his staff didn't know that he had. It took her a moment to regain her thoughts; the soft press of his lips, the faint, lemon taste of his…
"Lemon?" Laura snapped, pulling her head back and staring down at Carson slightly aghast. "My toothpaste?"
Carson smiled wickedly as he stretched. He licked his lips slightly and slipped his hands behind his head. "Aye. Quite a bit more refreshing than the standard issue muck they assign us," he answered casually. "Don't you agree?"
She sat up, straddling his chest and crossing her arms over her own. "Do you know how much I had to barter on the Lindsey Novak Black Market to get something that wasn't the standard issue muck?" she laughed. "And you're just stealing it right from under me? It's like I don't even know you, Carson Beckett."
"I'll make it up to you," he replied, sitting up and giving her a quick kiss before shifting her from his lap. "But for now, I've got to get to the infirmary."
"To steal the toothpaste of other helpless women," Laura grumbled as she fell back against the sheet. "What's next? Mouthwash?"
Carson laughed. "I'm full of surprises."
Laura shifted again, sitting up this time as she watched him dress. "Hey Carson?" she said quietly. "Have a better day than yesterday, okay?"
He nodded slowly, pulling on his shirt and fumbling with his watch. "I'll do my best," he answered finally. "It was Sgt. Martinez who died last night. Infection from the arrow wound from M4X-332 last week."
"I figured." She knew Carson had been worried about the guy for the past couple of days, and it never looked like it would have a good ending. "At least today will be better."
"And if it's not?" he asked.
"Then I'll make it up to you tonight," she answered brightly. "Now go. Save lives. And don't steal any more toothpaste!" she called out as the door shifted closed behind him.