Okay, so maybe he had places to be, but who could blame him for wanting to sleep a little longer?

After all feeling the weight of your skin on his was almost intoxicating to him, something he never wanted to let go of...the feeling of your head on his chest, eyes closed in an almost serene fashion, heartbeat thumping softly against his flesh as you two were wrapped in the sheets and blankets of his bed in his cabin.

Gods...who let you have this hold on him? He was supposed to be seen as the all powerful son of Jupiter-- seemingly reduced to the status of a golden retriever boy around you.

He moves his hands across the skin your shoulders, feeling the heat radiate from your body. He doesn't say a word in this moment-- only savours the view and the early morning sun through the windows, casting a warm glow on the scene.