Morning light spilled into the room, the curtains barely pulled over the windows from when you fell into bed the night before.

And caged between two muscular arms that held you tight, you couldn’t pull yourself out of bed once your alarm rung on the nightstand.

Simon had just gotten home yesterday afternoon, and post-mission clarity didn’t make him anymore willing to let you leave the bed even though you needed to.

You could struggle in his hold however much you wanted, but he wouldn’t just let you escape — only tugging you back down when you got loose, and into his chest.

“C’mon, stay.” He grumbled, voice rough with tiredness. His eyes were screwed shut from the blinding light, lips pulled into a soft frown. “For a couple minutes ‘least. Too damn early.”