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There’s one advantage about Mark being a student/teacher and it is that he still has holidays to stay at home and rest. There’s one disadvantage about Mark being a student/teacher and him having pre scheduled holidays and it is that Yukhei rarely stays with him at home.
A few days before Christmas Eve, Mark’s holidays officially start. Yukhei still has to go to work.
His alarm is scheduled to sound at seven, but he usually wakes up at six, checks his phone, goes to the bathroom and gets back to sleep the rest of the hour until he has to get up, for real this time.
It’s six a.m. and Yukhei cracks an eye open, half asleep and half awake, trying to decide if he needs to go to the bathroom or if he can stay in bed until he needs to get ready. Aquarelle is peacefully sleeping between him and his husband, inside the blankets. Still with his eyes swollen for the sleep, he checks his phone to confirm that it is indeed early (6:03 a.m.) and that is absolutely fucking cold.
“Our first negative of the year” the weather after the winter solstice greets them with a lovely -1°C. Just great. Now Yukhei wants to skip work more than ever. He sighs, giving up and closes his eyes, ready to sleep again, but he feels Mark’s arm pulling him closer. “Mork?” his voice is barely audible, a mere whisper and he comes to the conclusion that his husband can’t hear him, but he still insists on pulling him.
Yukhei moves over a few centimeters, worried that he will crush their cat.
It isn’t enough for Mark, who pulls him harder this time, and Yukhei can only comply. Aquarelle barely moves, adjusting her liquid body to the space available.
Yukhei doesn’t know how he ends up with his back against Mark’s chest, being the small spoon, though he won’t complain because he loves when Mark makes him feel protected. Not that Mark doesn’t do it often, but he tends to mask the gesture with a playful joke (Yukhei doesn’t know if it is to keep his students at bay, after all, they’re very nosy).
Mark kisses his neck tenderly as Yukhei drifts back to sleep, with Aquarelle between his legs and Mark lullying him with his soft breath and his idly strokes.
His alarm sounds at seven, and Yukhei removes Mark’s arm reluctantly. He needs to start to get ready or he will be late.
Yukhei decides to dress himself in total darkness, so he doesn’t wake up Mark nor Aquarelle, who now is resting against Mark’s chest, now that she has more space. Mark is snoring slightly and Yukhei smiles to himself, covering them better with the blanket, before he leaves the bedroom definitely to prepare his morning tea.