During their Morning Ritual
"Morning Sam," Ed greeted. He tucked his nose in the crook of Sam's neck, smiling.
"Hey," Sam replied, rubbing his cheek against Ed's temple.
"You know we have to get up at some point," Ed mumbled. Sam hummed in return. Ed's smile widened, nuzzling the crook of Sam's neck. "I'd rather we didn't have to though." Ed nipped Sam's neck lightly, chuckling at Sam's half-hearted shove. The two cuddled for a few moments, mostly until Sam's phone vibrated with a message from Alan. They had to head to work, so Sam rolled out of the bed, Ed sitting up and stretching. Sam grinned at the bite marks scattered across Ed's back. Frowning slightly at one, Sam stepped over and touched it, running his fingers across the mark.
Ed shivered; Sam's touch a combination of sensual and tickling. "Hey, cut it out," Ed growled, turning his back away from Sam. "Keep that up and I'll be forced to press you against these sheets and have my way with you."
"I'm sensing a 'but' on the end of that sentence and I don't like it," Sam replied, standing back up and walking over to his dresser.
"But if I do ravish you, we'd be later than we already are and remember what happened last time?" Ed countered, twisting about to crack his back before he stood to find a pair of pants from one of the more recent nights he'd stayed over. Sam grimaced, recalling the last time they were late together.
"Yeah, no. Not again." That day had been one disaster after another.
"I thought you would agree." Grabbing a pair of pants and a shirt from the pile that he'd determined was his, Ed slid them both on, scrunching his nose lightly at the sheer number of wrinkles in the shirt, but he could deal with it for a day.
Heading to the small kitchen area, Sam dropped a couple of pieces of bread into his toaster. "Today's going to be a good day, Ed. I know it."