A/N: Short drabble; suggestive content.


"Mmm…oh uh, good morning there, love…" One white brow raised just slightly as his heavy eyelids focused on the woman who was sitting on his lap, the warm weight a very welcome wake-up call. "You're up early…"

She smiled, her hair all mussed with the signs of classic bed-head while she yawned and stretched much like a cat, but made no moves to get off. "Ohayou, Adam…" She leaned down and nuzzled him, their noses touching and her silky strands tickling against his face. "Sleep well?"

"Heh, almost too well…'specially if yer up before me," he murmured, one hand coming up and gently cupping her face, pulling her down for a light kiss before they parted. "That's quite the bed hair you've got this morn…"

"Mou, Adam," she whined, but giggled anyway. "Like you're one to talk," she retorted, a finger running along the slight stubble that grew overnight on his chin. "You should probably shave this morning."

"Oy, I thought my beard made me look rather dignified," he gave her a look, before running a hand over it himself. "But I suppose if it's clean-shaven you want, clean-shaven you'll get."

Sio shook hear head playfully, eyes still smiling all the while. "Actually, I was going to say you look more like a drunken hobo than my husband, but I guess dignified works too." A squeal as he poked her ribs in exchange for that remark, before pulling her into another kiss and all was forgiven. "You've already got the white hair, don't need to look so old so soon…" A finger traced down his bare torso, Adam shuddering slightly from the sensation as he shifted her a bit in his lap. She'd thrown on his shirt from last night to ward off the chill, and as she sat there and traced whimsical patterns across his skin, he thought it suited her quite well.

"So…are we getting up this morning? Though I have to say, the view's not bad from here." His hands stroked her thighs, Adam unabashedly enjoying the image of his wife perched on top of him, wearing nothing but his open dress shirt and her favorite pair of striped knickers.

"Hentai," she muttered, but didn't make any move to get off. "I just want to enjoy this moment…is that a crime?"

"Nope." Truthfully, he was feeling rather lazy himself; it was still a bit odd to think of himself as married and a husband, especially since by most standards they were quite young. Most of his peers had been surprised by the announcement of his marriage, and perhaps Adam had been a little surprised himself; but now, after getting some time to settle into their new life together, he knew that it had been the right choice.

Neither said a word, only enjoying each other's touch and company in blissful silence. His wife's skin was smooth and warm, her curves fitting so perfectly into his hands before she laced their fingers together.

She took off his shirt and then dipped down, Adam pulling her flush against his body so he could feel her skin against his. Soft lips brushed against his, his hand tangling itself between her hair and she buried herself in his arms. His chest rumbled with pleasure, the satisfaction of holding her like this and enjoying all the small moments that a mere year ago he never would've thought was possible.

"Hnnn…I can't believe it, but I'm actually getting sleepy again…" She yawned after they took a breather, now curled with her head against his chest as his arms wrapped protectively around her. "Think I'm gonna…take another nap…"

"Blimey, you sure like to sleep," he teased, but in good humor. "I'm starting to wonder if I married a woman or a cat…"

"…You know that's partially your fault right?"

"What–"

She rolled over him, a rather mischievous look on her face much to his bewilderment. "You were way too good last night…I got sore in places that I didn't even know could get sore…"

"Wha–but I–you–" He blinked in disbelief, sure last night was a bit more…enthusiastic than they normally were, but she hadn't complained at all then. "…I'm trying to decide if I should take that as a compliment…"

"Just take it," she slapped his arm playfully, before sinking in his embrace again. "Mmm…you smell good."

"…You make the strangest comments, love," he muttered, smoothing her bed-head out. Still he wondered at times just exactly what kind of girl he married…but he didn't regret a single thing. She kept him on his toes–in a good way, surprising him whenever he thought there was nothing left to discover about her.

Adam sincerely hoped she would continue to do so for the rest of his life.