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Everything was warm. The sun shining in through the blinds, the breath on the back of Freelancer’s neck, and the pair of arms wrapped around their waist. The steady rhythm of inhaling and exhaling set itself as white noise to their unusually quiet brain, threatening to send them back to sleep.
As the world around them came into perception, they didn’t dare to move lest they disturb the sleeping form of their boyfriend behind them. From the heavy weight of his being and the way his breathing hadn’t started to lighten yet, Freelancer hazarded a guess that mayhaps the incubus was still asleep.
And so they lay there, taking in everything and revelling in the fact that they didn’t have to get up yet. It was a Sunday, and neither of them had any plans. Gavin tended to insist that they take a day for themselves at least once a week, and since they both had classes during the week, that day more often than not fell on a weekend.
The minutes ticked by, silence filling the room, except for the distant sound of cars on the street below, and the slight shifting of Gav moving to bury his nose into Freelancer’s hair. They smiled, eyes slipping shut once more in a lazy attempt to get a few more moments of shut-eye.
Although apparently, someone wasn’t in agreement with this. Gavin’s breathing pattern started to change the moment their eyes had closed, and his ever-curious mouth pressed a soft kiss to the back of their head.
“Going back to sleep, my deviant?”
Freelancer groaned playfully, “Or trying to. I had hoped I wouldn’t wake you up.”
He chuckled, voice low and rumbling, “Well how could I sleep knowing that such a…treasure was lying right next to me?”
They poked him, “You were sleeping fine a few minutes ago.”
“Yes, until I sensed that you were awake.”
“Ah, so it’s my fault?” They raised an eyebrow in spite of the fact that he couldn’t see it.
“Of course.” He was smiling, they could hear that much. “Don’t go back to sleep, love, I want to spend time with you.”
“Spend time with my sleeping corpse.” They muffled their voice into the pillow, half to hide their teasing grin, “I’m tired.”
“Now that one I will take the blame for.” Gavin teased, pulling at their shoulder to roll them onto their back, “Come on…”
Through their eyelids, Freelancer sensed him move up onto his elbows, slowly taking his time to lean over them. They waited in anticipation to see what he would do.
A soft kiss was pressed to their forehead. And then another to their cheek, and a third to the tip of their nose. Freelancer’s smile only widened as Gavin continued his loving assault on their facial features, peppering kisses over their skin as he murmured soft words of convincement to their ever-awakening ears.
“You gotta get up, don’t go back to sleep, we have the whole day ahead of us now, I want to spend it with you, I love you…”
Finally, they cracked, bursting out laughing and pushing him away, “Okay! Okay, fine. I’ll get up.”
“I never said to get up!” Gavin protested.
“Well…” They paused, thinking, “I dunno, deal with it. The consequences of your actions. Think of it as a punishment for waking me up.” They started wriggling out of their bedclothes.
“Oh, you know how good I am with punishments, deviant.” His eyes crinkled as he lazily smiled at them, arms stretched above his head to grip the bedframe. “First-hand experience.”
Freelancer rolled their eyes and threw their balled-up pyjama shirt at him, “Fuck you.” They shook their head, grinning.
“If I had a dollar~” Gavin called after them as they made their way into the bathroom, his laugh following as they went to take a shower.