“No” Luke groaned as he stirred in bed, holding on tighter to you. Another day, another supernatural case to take on and solve, yet here Luke was, in your arms, refusing to get up. After all, this was far too comfortable.

Sunlight gleamed through the windows of your motorhome, Luke’s skin glowed a soft orange and his tired eyes glistened in the sunrise’s light. He looked beautiful, even when he was messy.

You gently tuck some messy brown hair out his eyes, smiling, “c’mon” you urge softly, causing the man to huff and drag you further under the duvet, “Arrow won’t be happy if we’re late…”

Even the threat of an angry Jacob Arrow didn’t make Luke get up. “No.” He repeated, “we can take a sick day…please?”