A lazy morning was something neither of you could afford. Every morning the alarm would go off at five o'clock and you were forced to wriggle out of the embrace of your lover who wouldn't let go. Only to go back to your room to change into your uniform. Your relationship was public, but both of you agreed that it was best if you put some distance between you in the workplace. For the good of the team, of course.

Just like today, the same scenario repeated itself. The alarm rang. Blindly, you reached out your hand to silence the cheerful tones. Price's quarters were dark, the blinds blocking all light coming in from outside. You stretched your back a little, accidentally elbowing Price in the ribs, who had been sleeping peacefully beside you until then. A small frown appeared on his relaxed face as his eyebrows drew together deepening his wrinkles, wrapping his arms around your waist automatically, pulling you closer to him. He didn't react to your words that you had to go, not even to the slight tap on his shoulder, only opening his eyes when you pinched his cheek a little harder than you intended.

A disgruntled pout escaped his lips. He rolled over onto his back, still holding you tightly against his body. "The world won't go crazy that you stayed a little longer for once," he rasped. "Stay," Price buried his face in the hollow of your neck, his beard lightly scratching and tickling your bare skin.

Maybe you've finally gotten your lazy morning you've been dreaming of.