It was supposed to be my day off. I picked up my lady, and we went for dinner. I brought her back to mine, and now she’s sleeping next to me, naked. I’m holding her, keeping her warm because my apartment is shitty and the heat is spotty. I’m woken up by my phone, and I turn around to grasp blindly at my nightstand. I grab it, and answer the phone, groggy. “Mmm. Go for Vazquez, what’s goin’ on?” I mumble, rubbing my eyes and pulling my lady close again.

It’s my Partner or my Captain, at least it better be because who else in their right mind would be calling me at three AM? I hear my partner, Anthony Davis, laugh. “All hands on deck situation. Missin’ kid.” He said, and I groaned. I -always end up getting called in whenever I have a day off, goddamnit. I just wanted to have a nice, quiet night. Instead I gotta get up at the ass-crack of dawn, and leave my woman.

My dog, Rocket, had been sleeping at the foot of the bed. He’s awake now, head tilting as he looks at me. Then my lady wakes up, her head on my chest. Her eyes are all bleary and sleepy, as she pushes herself up. I hug her tighter, and kiss her head. Davis briefs me on the case, and I hang up. I pull my woman into my arms, and I kiss her. “I’ve gotta go in, Doll. Missin’ kid.” I murmur, and she nods slowly. She knows what my job entails, but that doesn’t mean she likes it.

She slides off me, falling back against the pillows. She burrows under the covers, hugging her knees to her chest to keep arm. I love her, and it pains me to get up. But I stand anyway, and tug on my jeans. The belt I wore earlier is still in the loops, and I zip up and bitten the jeans before fastening the belt. I tug on my bra and my shirt, and I button it up. I sink to my knees in front of her side of my bed, and I put my hand in her cheek. We go in for one last kiss, and I’ve never tasted anything so perfect.

Every kiss, every touch, it’s all the purest form of perfection to me. I don’t care that she’s tired, or that she hasn’t brushed her teeth. She’s perfect to me no matter what. I have to lead the miss, because she’s sleepy, but she still kisses me back. Her mouth is warm, and her body is warm, and everything in my screams to go back to her; to keep myself at her side. I’m torn between how good this feels, and what I know I should be doing. Goddamnit, why is it suddenly so hard to pick?