These are the kinds of mornings that you fell in love with. The ones where you hit snooze in both yours and Dick's alarms repeatedly, telling yourself 'only five more minutes.'

Its been two hours since the first time either of your said that.

But that was okay: his arms were warm and you fit perfectly into them. With your face buried into his neck, you couldn't help but breathe in his scent, which was a mix between a bit of sweat from the previous night's patrol and the musky cologne you picked out for him on your second anniversary.

"Texted Bruce when you fell back asleep..." Your darling boyfriend mutters tiredly into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Told him I won't be coming in to the office today because you had an emergency."

And at first, you lifted your head from the crook of his neck to flash him a confused look. As expected, he was wearing that smug little smirk that just looked so cute on his sculpted features.

"And by emergency..." He continues before gently brushing some hair out of your face. "I mean a cuddle attack." His voice is just as playful as ever while he gives you a small squeeze.

And, honestly? You didn't mind that too much... The blankets were warm, the sheets washed, and his firm grip was just oh so comfortable. Maybe it would be fine if he just missed a meeting or two at Wayne Enterprises to stay and cuddle for the rest of the morning...

Or maybe the rest of the day.