What's the story morning glory?
Well
Need a little time to wake up, wake up
Well
What's the story morning glory?
Well
Need a little time to wake up, wake up
Oasis - Morning Glory
It didn't take him long to discover that she wasn't a morning person.
She hit the snooze button on the alarm at least twice, pulling the sheets over her head and only surfacing when the Krups machine she'd programmed the previous night started gurgling. When she finally fell out bed, she hovered in front of the fridge with bleary eyes, loading milk into her coffee mug and invariably drinking orange juice straight from the carton.
It didn't take him long to work out that other than letting nature take its course or luring her with the promise of an eggs and bacon breakfast, rousing her very gently was the best course of action; drawing her into his arms then teasing her into consciousness with murmured words and soft lips. Nor did it take him long to work out that as soon as the caffeine hit and her blood sugar began to climb; she was back to her usual amenable and smiling self.
On that morning, after four days off together catching the end of the ski season, he'd decided not to take any chances. Silently slipping out of bed, dressing and heading to coffee bar on the corner for lattes; he'd added an extra shot of espresso to the drinks for luck. Arriving back at his apartment he'd been looking forward to sliding back into bed, coffee at the ready, to torment her with tongue and hands until she surrendered to him.
Finding her bright and awake and dressed only in his shirt was a definite bonus to his morning plan.
Being interrupted by a call from the Precinct with information from the tip line was however, definitely not part of his plan.
Stealing another last kiss, he begged "Meet me back here tonight? Pick up where we left off?"
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She'd taken her time getting ready after he left; microwaving the cold latte and then gagging at the slightly odd resultant taste, poking through the kitchen cabinets to snag one of the frosted raspberry Pop-Tarts she knew he secretly loved and fondly browsing the books and DVDs and photographs in the living room.
Standing in the shower, she inhaled the scent of his shampoo but set it back on the shelf in favor of her tropical Hawaiian hair wash, the one she knew he groused about the cost of but added to his grocery store basket anyway.
Although they spent more time at her apartment, his place felt right too. She liked that they now shared their lives. That it was no longer just a change of clothes and a toothbrush that they kept at each other's place; that he bought the shampoo and milk she liked, that his spare key hung on her fob, that he let her drive his car and that she had both work and weekend clothes in his closet.
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By the time he fumbled in his pocket for his apartment door key, he'd actually forgotten about asking her to meet him. He'd seen her leave the Precinct not long before he did, throwing her a grin and a "See you later", but had planned on showering and changing at home then showing up at her place with take-out.
As he pushed open the door, he saw her; perched on the table facing the door, legs crossed and idly flicking through a magazine. Looking up, she grinned mischievously, "Hello Don".
Throughout all the months they'd been together, she didn't fail to take his breath away each time he saw her, and didn't fail to completely and utterly floor him at least weekly.
Walking into his apartment and finding her, dressed in his shirt and just his shirt; the same shirt she'd worn that morning and having it fastened by only one, very strategic button, successfully floored him for that week.
Temporarily lost for words and rendered immobile; all he could do was stare, jaw dropping. Her grin broadened and eyebrow cocked. "Cat got your tongue Don?" she asked innocently.
She dropped onto the floor, sassily sashaying towards him before stopping, inches in front of him. Pressing one finger to his chest, she let it languidly trail a path down; over his firm, flat abs, over his belt buckle, until her hand could reach no further. Then stretching on tip toes, she whispered against his ear "I had a better idea for a wake-up call", before kissing him. Nipping at his bottom lip, she soothed sting with her tongue before parting his mouth.
When she finally released him, he swallowed, breathing hard and eyes raking over her, "Christ Jess".
Placing her palm flat on his chest she pushed, forcing him to start stepping backwards to the bedroom, "Don't make me cuff you again Detective..."
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Much later he propped himself against the headboard and watched her, the open pizza box resting between them on the bed. She sat crossed legged, wrapped in the sheet and grinning broadly as she tipped the bottle against her lips, drinking down the pale lager. "You see Don?" she cocked a smug eyebrow, "I told you my wake-up call was better."