Work Text:
Morning came with overcast skies and the pitter-patter of rain against the roof. It lulled you back to a comfortable doze as you turned, seeking more warmth as the cold humid air rustled the curtains. The floor near the window would be wet, rain slipping in from the opening but you didn’t want to deal with that yet.
Rain hadn’t been in the forecasts last night but you couldn’t be bothered to get up and clean the mess or close teh window. The bed was too comfortable in the moment. Instead of facing responsibility, you sought out the comfort and warmth in your bed.
parting the sea of blankets, you scooted until you found him. As soon as your fingertips grazed his warm skin, you were drawn to him like a moth to flame. Your hand trailed up his abdomen and chest, running fingertips through the scattered hairs as you pressed yourself tightly into his side.
“Morning, Darlin,” his voice was wonderfully thick with sleep. The weight of his arm settled around your waist, long fingers caressing the soft fabric of your nightclothes.
“Sorry to wake you,” you whispered as you nuzzled closer.
“Was waking anyway,” he said, turning on his side and pulling you into his chest. “Feels like a day to stay in bed, admire the sights and sounds.”
“What sights and sounds?” you couldn’t help but laugh as a yawn slipped out.
“The sight of you,” Tom said, pulling your face up so he could look into your eyes. “The sounds of you.”
“What?” Fire burned at your cheeks as you tried to hide your face, “Stop playing.”
“I’m not!” He laughed freely as he rolled over you, caging you in with his body and the sea of blankets over you both. “It’s my favorite thing!”
You protested as he kissed your hot cheeks, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses along your jaw before capturing your lips. He kissed you deeply, slowly, taking his time exploring your lips and drinking up the sounds of your sighs before falling back to his side, gathering you up in his arms again.
“What did I do to deserve you?” You asked, eager to hide your head under his jaw.
“I should be asking myself that,” Tom said, hands smoothing down your back. “I have the sweetest, kindest, most humble partner in my life. One who is willing to lounge in bed with me and listen to the rain, too.”
“Shut up,” You whined as his legs tangled with yours.
“Why?” He teased, “Am I making you blush?”
His laugh was the best way to start a lazy day in bed. Days like this were far and few between but you were determined to soak up the moment. Bobby could wait to be fed for just a little longer. The rainwater could wait to be cleaned up for just a little longer. The day could wait to start for just a little longer.
For now, you would stay wrapped up in Tom’s arms, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain and the beat of his heart as you both dozed in and out of sleep.
Sunday could start in a little bit.