Dick awoke to the soft embrace of golden sunlight streaming through the curtains. The bed was a chaotic nest of blankets and sheets, evidence of a night that had little to do with sleeping. As he shifted, reaching out in hopes of feeling your warmth beside him, his hand met only emptiness.

He raised an eyebrow, his mouth pressing into a thin line as he cautiously shifted to his other side. It dawned on him that he was alone in bed—well, mostly alone. Haley lay curled up at the foot of the bed, blissfully lost in her dreams.

As Dick exhaled a deep sigh, he gradually propped himself up on the bed. With weary hands, he rubbed his eyes, and a yawn escaped him, heavy with exhaustion after a long night. To his surprise, he caught sight of you in the bathroom, partially dressed, clad in his shirt from the previous night and, most likely, just your underwear.

He felt a wave of relief wash over him when he realized you hadn't left after the events of the previous night. Initially, he had feared that you might have chosen to leave, but now, understanding that he still had a little more time to share with you, he intended to seize that opportunity...

A faint, sleepy smile graced his lips as he rose from the bed, shuffling toward you while you stood at the sink, diligently brushing your teeth with the toothbrush you had left at his place for moments like this. As he approached, his gaze lingered on your figure, adorned with hickeys and other marks that sent delightful shivers coursing through him.

As he reached you, he enveloped you in his embrace, drawing you tenderly against his bare chest. His lips brushed against your shoulder and neck, each kiss eliciting a soft giggle from your lips.

These were the days he enjoyed the most—you, at his place, adorning his clothing as if you owned them.

“Mornin’,” Dick murmured softly, his voice laced with sleep as he pressed his face against the curve of your neck. His tousled black hair brushed against your cheek, a playful reminder of his presence.