Alec's gotten into a bad habit lately. At least, he tells himself it's only developed lately; in actuality, it formed shortly after he fell in with Seregil. Long before their marriage, before their courtship even began, back when Alec was still a bright-eyed nomad who'd just joined Seregil as his guide and apprentice...
Back then, Alec started sleeping in way too late.
It's carried over. He's become one of those people who sleeps past mid-morning and needs coffee to function, and he can't believe it's come to this point. If he had the ability to feel shame any longer, he'd certainly be ashamed of himself. Though as it is, he's far too comfortable to bring himself to care.
It's not quite mid-morning yet, though. He's fairly sure of it; his internal clock is still spot-on, not that he's dwelling on it too deeply at the moment. Not when he's saddled with an all-too-common morning inconvenience, and he can feel Seregil's weight warm beside him. Husbands with appetites are usually happy to help with morning inconveniences; Alec praises every god who will listen for that small blessing, and far more often than he cares to acknowledge.
Alec hasn't even opened his eyes yet when he rolls over, one arm slipping around Seregil's waist to pull the man flush against him. Seregil's back is pressed to Alec's chest -- among other things -- and at this angle, it's easy for Alec to pick out a few soft kisses across the nape of Seregil's neck.
"Remind me again," Alec murmurs in between kisses. "Why mornings were invented?"
4 - Cyberpunk AU; locked to Seregil
Back then, Alec started sleeping in way too late.
It's carried over. He's become one of those people who sleeps past mid-morning and needs coffee to function, and he can't believe it's come to this point. If he had the ability to feel shame any longer, he'd certainly be ashamed of himself. Though as it is, he's far too comfortable to bring himself to care.
It's not quite mid-morning yet, though. He's fairly sure of it; his internal clock is still spot-on, not that he's dwelling on it too deeply at the moment. Not when he's saddled with an all-too-common morning inconvenience, and he can feel Seregil's weight warm beside him. Husbands with appetites are usually happy to help with morning inconveniences; Alec praises every god who will listen for that small blessing, and far more often than he cares to acknowledge.
Alec hasn't even opened his eyes yet when he rolls over, one arm slipping around Seregil's waist to pull the man flush against him. Seregil's back is pressed to Alec's chest -- among other things -- and at this angle, it's easy for Alec to pick out a few soft kisses across the nape of Seregil's neck.
"Remind me again," Alec murmurs in between kisses. "Why mornings were invented?"