03 - midnight
The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 11.57 pm. Jules knew better though, as she should. After all, she was the one who set the clock ten minutes early so they wouldn't wake up late for work. Of course, there were other ways that had proved to be more successful to make them almost come late to work, and the alarm had nothing to do with it.
She quietly took the wrist watch she had set on the table (you could never be too careful) and brought it close to her face, grateful for the moonlight filtering through the curtains for providing what little light there was in the dark bedroom.
Behind her, Sam was snoring lightly, warm chest pressed against her back while blowing equally warm breath over the back of her neck every three seconds. She sighed, contented. Spooning wasn't something that came naturally for her. She loved -and more often than not, wanted- her space when she slept. Being cocooned as the little spoon could feel too claustrophobic. It had taken her some practice, which, looking at her dating history, she didn't have a lot before she dated Sam, to get used to it. Now she couldn't imagine falling asleep without having any sort of contact with him.
She put her watch back on the table and slowly turned in his loose grasp, taking a second to admire his sleeping face. His lips were slightly parted and he never looked more boyish than right that moment. She loved the way a longer strand of hair fell across his forehead. She agreed that he was due for a haircut, but she'd make sure he didn't cut it military style like last time. She wanted to be able to run her fingers through his golden locks. The affectionate gesture was as soothing for her as it was for him.
Jules counted to ten, then leaned over and pressed her lips against his, the hand that wasn't trapped beneath her head moving up to rest on his stubbly cheek.
She felt him twitch, and sensed rather than saw him waking up; the arm draped around her hips tightened instinctively. Before he could respond to the kiss, she pulled back.
"Jules? Everything 'kay?" Sam blinked several times, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. His voice was laden with a mixture of concern and sleep.
"It's midnight." Jules kissed him again. A little bit more awake this time, his lips pressed against hers harder. She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Happy birthday."
Yep, another birthday shorty, just Sam's this time. Thanks for the reviews, and please let me know what you think xx