#sybsam

Sybil wakes up alone, she's expecting to. It's supposed to be Sam's day off but she's hardly surprised he would have found some justification for being out of the house by the crack of dawn. At least he came home early last night (he'd pulled his knee and was avoiding paperwork, but still). She rolls over into his unmade side of the bed and nestles into his scent. She can still have that a little longer before she has to get up and see to the dragons.

That's when the bedroom door swings a little stiffly over the carpet and she hears-

"So I've got to get in your side now, eh? I was only gone five minutes..."

She looks up and there's Sam, still in his night clothes and carrying two mugs of tea.

He does get into her side of the bed after handing her her tea, and then she puts her arm around him and he cuddles into her side with his own mug. They don't say much, just cuddle into one another with tea in bed, and they stay there for much longer than either of them would usually stay in bed of a morning. They would have stayed longer, Sam was dozing off after finishing his tea, but Sybil can hear his tummy grumbling, and anyway she really does have to get out and see to the dragons, so she bundles them out of bed and downstairs for breakfast.