Zhu Yuan’s eyes fluttered open slowly as light from the sunrise crept in through the blinds. It’s early morning: barely 7 AM. Well, she’ll just get up, make breakfast for both herself and her girlfriend and—

She stops just as she’s about to stand up from the bed. An hand stops her before she can, anyway. Yuan looks back groggily, hair still messy from the night.

“Babe…I gotta go to work.”

She muttered, although made no real effort to escape her lover’s grip. The captain bit her lip lightly — maybe another five minutes wouldn’t really hurt.