You woke when Elliot started to stir, and the hands that were currently fisted in the old Police Academy t-shirt she was wearing.

Elliot placed a hand on your lower back and rubbed it until you let go of her shirt, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.

Elliot shot a glance at your alarm clock, it was 5:45am.

Elliot sighed before trying to get up, only for you to come up with her.

Your legs wrapped around her waist, your arms clutching her shoulder, teeth sinking into the part of her neck under her jaw.

Elliot yelped, hands coming to support you by your ass.

Clearly, you didn’t want her to get up.

You looked up at her, your eyes completely murderous. Elliot knew you weren’t a morning person, but you were the precinct’s admin, and the Captain’s personal assistant.

It wasn’t like you didn’t have to wake up early.

“Baby, Mi paloma, mi dulce niña, we have work.” Elliot said, beginning to rub your back again until your teeth let her skin go.

Elliot made a face when you let go, wiping your saliva off her skin with your thumb. Even that touch with minimal pressure had hurt like a bitch- no doubt you had left a mark.

Pouting, you let her go. You dropped to your feet on the floor, knees buckling a little.

Elliot was quick to catch you, her arm wrapping gently around your waist.

She walked you to your bathroom- something you swore you didn’t need her to do. She helped you take off your skimpy-ass nightgown- something that you didn’t need her to do.

She then left the bathroom, moving to the kitchen. She made a quick breakfast for the both of you- eggs, toast, and bacon for her, and then a Greek Yogurt bowl for you with organic peanut butter, blueberries, and some honey.

When you came out of the bathroom, you had your makeup and hair done impeccably.

You walked into your bedroom, coming back out in grey pinstriped slacks and a loose-fitting button-up Elliot was about sixty-five percent sure was hers. You walked into the kitchen, kissing her cheek and grabbing breakfast.