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Mako awoke to the sound of gentle breathing, and opened one eye slowly. The ceiling over his head was a good sign, albeit one that he still wasn't quite used to. The bed, another good sign, creaked ever so slightly as he shifted to look at the clock, with his mask next to it, then at the bundle of blankets on top of him.
After getting their wounds properly bandaged, and even after sleeping on their train ride, both Mako and his partner had been bone tired after their escapades the day before. His better half had almost fallen asleep standing up, and was out as soon as they collapsed into bed. Mako had tucked them into a more comfortable position before letting himself drift off.
But, as it always seemed to end up, his companion was sprawled over his stomach when he looked at them, with his hand almost completely covering them from the small of their back to their shoulders.
They muttered something as he watched them, still half-asleep. They were just so cute. Well, pretty much anything under 6 and a half feet was cute to Mako. His eye slid closed, and he felt them shift their head a little to one side. Their breathing shifted.
Then their head lifted from his chest, and Mako opened his eyes to see them blinking blearily. They rubbed their eyes and looked over at him, face breaking into a big, sleepy grin. Mako's heart leapt.
"Morning," he grunted, smiling back. His voice was especially gravely during the mornings. Shifting lazily, he tugged them closer to his face to plant a kiss on their cheek. Their grin hadn't faded in the slightest, and they returned his kiss with a few of their own peppered across his face.
"Morning, Mako," they muttered, propping themselves up on their forearms. He liked when they used his name. "You doing OK?"
"'M fine," he answered, and he was. His wounds would heal soon enough, and they hadn't been too bad to begin with. Their company, and the large paycheck, being added to that made the entire shitfest worthwhile.
"You ready to get up?" They asked, already knowing the answer.
Mako just grunted a "nope" as he pulled them even closer, pressing his face into the skin of their neck. It always made them laugh, and that was mostly why he did it so often. He wasn't used to hearing laughter.
He half-sat up, the hand on his companion's back keeping them steady. He tried his best not to jostle them too much, and lazily inhaled the scent of their skin.
They pulled back just enough to look Mako in the eye, their hands coming up to run through his hair, which hUnc loose around his face. They pressed a slow kiss to the bridge of his nose, and he smiled helplessly at them when they pulled away.
Their eyes twinkled. "I'll make pancakes," they offered. Then they pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"In that case." Mako rose suddenly out of the bed an slung his better half onto his shoulders, where they gripped at his shoulders to steady themselves.
For a moment, he was worried he had jostled them too much, but then he heard a peal of laughter. "Pancakes it is," they declared as Mako carried his lover to the kitchen.