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You scrunched your face as a quiet tune suddenly started up, rousing you from your deep slumber.
I don’t remember setting an alarm, you thought, not opening your eyes. The tune continued, and you realized that it wasn’t your usual alarm. You nudged the body laying next to you with your heel, your eyes remaining shut as you heard your partner grunt softly at your touch. Nestling back into the warm blankets, you felt the mattress shift below you as he moved. The tune stopped its gentle crooning, and you dozed back off…
Only to open your eyes with a sigh as the tune started back up about ten minutes later. You groaned, and you felt your bunk mate shuffle around again to stop the sound once more. You tried to get comfortable again, but when the music started up a third time you rolled onto your back with a sigh.
“Pieeerrrss,” you whined, your voice thick with sleep. You felt the mattress move as Piers once more turned his alarm off, “stop hitting snooooze.”
“Sorry,” Piers said, his voice low and scratchy as he rolled over to lay his arm over you.
“Why not just turn the stupid thing off instead of hitting snooze a thousand times?” You asked, your words slurring a bit as you turned to face him. You loved the way Piers looked in the mornings, his thick hair flopping over his pale face and his brows creasing ever so slightly, as if he was concentrating on staying asleep for as long as he could get away with. He didn’t respond to you, but opened his eyes a tad to give you a sleepy smile.
But you didn’t fall for his dozey charm, ignoring your beating heart as you scowled at him playfully.
“And why do you have your alarm set, anyway?” You grumbled as you flopped back over, facing the wall instead of your partner’s handsome face, “it’s the weekend.”
Piers still didn’t respond, choosing instead to snake his arms under yours and pulling himself close until his body was flush with yours.
“So I wouldn’t sleep in ‘til 10,” he mumbled into your shoulder.
“It’s the weekend,” you repeated, noticing how Piers gently pressed his lips to your exposed skin, “it’s prime sleeping-in-time.”
Pier only hummed in response, continuing to leave a trail of kisses up your shoulder and into your neck. You wouldn’t admit it, but you loved how gentle and loving Piers acted first thing in the morning. He would normally keep affectionate displays at a minimum, but when it was the two of you alone in your shared room, there was nothing that could keep him off of you.
Except for yourself. You felt his lips brush against your jaw, but tilted your head so that you were even more out of reach. Piers, undeterred, leaned forward, but you kept inching further and further until he gave you a little yank back towards him.
“Let me love you, dammit,” he grumbled as you giggled. You knew that playing hard to get drove Piers crazy.
“Fine,” you said, admitting defeat as Piers kissed your cheek, “but you’re making breakfast today for not letting me sleep in.”
Piers propped himself up into his elbows, his hair tickling your face as he leaned over you with a dopey smile.
“Fair enough,” he said, lowering his head to press his lips against yours.
You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. As much as you loved sleep, you loved waking up with Piers even more, even if he made getting out of bed the most difficult thing you’d have to do all day.