Five More Minutes
A/N: Banter, fluff, and the morning after... my favorite. <3 Enjoy!
Summary: A and B, a romance that has gone from enemies to friends, and now to lovers, have just woken up after their first night together.
Warnings/content: Insinuations of sex, kissing
Word count: 500 words
I awoke to the soft snores of A vibrating into my chest and immediately smiled the most genuine smile I've smiled in a while. It took me a few moments to register what we were doing, naked and tangled up together, our clothes messily sprawled out on the floor. Once I realized, there was no doubt in my mind that this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. No amount of time with him would ever be enough for me to get used to. After years of me pining and yearning for him in silence, we finally submitted ourselves to each other shamelessly. And it was glorious.
My happy thoughts that morning were interrupted by a sudden prolonged intake of breath - he was awake. I watched him wake up, waiting so desperately for the moment our eyes would meet mine, and I'd be fulfilled again. But, to my surprise, before he even opened his eyes, he felt for my face and pulled me into a long kiss. Everything about him was perfect to me. He didn't even have morning breath. I was utterly enthralled by him, and I loved it.
"Good morning to you, too." I chuckled quietly as he flipped us over, so I was now listening to his heartbeat instead.
"Just had to make sure you were real and not a dream." He whispered groggily, stretching his legs a bit and once again letting me wrap myself around him.
"Are you saying you've dreamt of me?" A smirk played against my lips, adjusting myself so I could look up into his eyes.
"One too many times, B. My subconscious must be exhausted of you." He laughed, and it sounded almost like a melody. We stayed in bed, silent for a bit longer before one of us mustered the courage to refuse more time together.
"A, as much as I would love nothing more than to stay in bed with you, we have work." I said sadly, tracing circles on A's arm.
"We can be late." A said, holding me in such a way that I had no other choice but to stay with him, even if only for a while longer. Of course, I looked at him with disapproval, but it was difficult to be disappointed in him. "Oh, come on, just five more minutes... or an hour?"
"What's the difference?" I asked playfully. But I could almost see the smile on his face dissipate when I said this, realizing what he was thinking. "I'm not going anywhere, A." He smiled at my reassurance, and I could tell my words were helping him. "You're stuck with me."
"If that's the case," He muttered, shifting under me a bit so I could comfortably place my head between his neck, "you're on breakfast duty."
"Anything's better than your cooking." I said, starting to squirm out of his arms, but not to my surprise, he pulled me back, uttering "five more minutes" under his breath.
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