Tim nuzzled further into your chest, gentle orange light peeking through the curtains of your window. It was Saturday morning, and all Tim wanted was to stay and cuddle for as long as he could with you.

The clock on his nightstand read 7 something, and Tim hoped to all hell that his brothers wouldn't barge in and embarrass him while you were over. They'd done that before, and somehow the two of you were still dating. Surprisingly.

You both had no plans today, nothing to worry about. No missions, no work, and no one to bother you two. His hands slid up your shirt as he rubbed your back slowly, his legs tangled with yours.

You were so warm to him, making him want to go right back to sleep. He pulled you impossibly closer to him, nuzzling softly with a content sigh. He felt you move slightly and whined as you tried to get up. He held onto you tightly. “No, you’re not getting up.” He pouted and looked up to you. “Just a little longer please? You’re so warm and I don’t feel like moving at all today.” He placed a kiss to your neck as a way to make you stay with him longer.