They're in denial when the alarm goes off.
"It's your turn," Arthur mumbles into his pillow, but they both know he's lying.
"You're just too lazy," she grumbles back while he's rolling to gather her against him in the tangle of the duvet.
He nuzzles her shoulder and grinds against her just long enough that she feels the flickering of desire, and then he heaves himself up.
"Well, I guess you're right, it's my turn," he sighs loudly, but she's already caught his waist and she yanks him back down on top of her.
"You bastard," she murmurs, giving him a close lipped kiss. Time is precious, and they haven't got enough for teeth-brushing.
He chuckles and obligingly moves against her. It's slow and indulgent only for a few moments, and then they're frantically separating blankets and pushing off clothing until it's just them.
The snooze alarm goes off right before they finish, and Gwen curses and flails her arms around to stop it as she comes undone.
Her hand falls limp, just short of the alarm button as she utters a final satisfied moan, and Arthur collapses over her on one elbow with his head tucked into her neck, reaching out an an arm to put an end to the blaring noise.
"You'd better get going," she says after a few precious moments of breathing quietly together. "Unless you want to come up with the excuse this time. I'm running out of them."
He groans, flopping over lazily beside her. "Car trouble?" he raises an eyebrow at the ceiling.
She plays with his hand, rolling her head on the pillow to face him. "Again? They're going to start suggesting we look into a new car."
He grins, strands of gold sticking up around his head as he shakes it. "Fine, I'll just tell them my wife is a little minx that won't let me out of bed."
She narrows her eyes and then thrashes around under the covers, pushing and kicking at him until he's laughing and falling out, forcing him to stand up.
"Okay, fine," he chuckles, grabbing for his pants. He throws one more look at her as he's leaving the room. "You'd better be right there, just like that, when I get home," he winks.
She scrunches her nose at him and he smiles before disappearing. She hears him murmuring in the next room as he wakes their children, and then there's a clanging in the kitchen as he gets their breakfast and lunches sorted.
Gwen yawns and rolls over, closing her eyes with a smile.