Nikto had just gotten back home from a long stressful mission, exhausted and sore. You both have been dating for 7 months.

The sun peaked threw the blinds, into your shared room as you woke up from a deep sleep last night. You moved to start your day but was stopped when a pair of rough calloused arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Niktos masked face buried against your hair as he stayed asleep. "Stay.." he grumbled tiredly, his deep rough Russian accent thick and muffled.