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A stray ray of sunshine peeped its way past the mostly shut blinds, finding its way in a sliver of space that failed to do its job right.
A problem that is usually easy to avoid with one turn of your head or single roll of your body, but a large warm pressure on your chest prevents you from moving.
As if sensing you were awake, he stirs.
“Morning,” he drawls in a low voice, snuggling into your skin as burrows his face into your neck.
He presses his chest against yours, driving you both further into the mattress.
You let out a short, “mmh.” Stretching the hand that was splayed by your head as far as it can go above the sheets. Your other hand grasps at his back as he moves. You were a natural back sleeper, and you liked to throw your hands up by your head in a way that makes Alex tell you that you sleep like a dead body at a crime scene.
Alex sleeps in whatever position he passes out in, but when he can make it to bed, he's always on top of you, taking advantage of your sleeping position.
Your lips part, softly panting out a small soft sound of protest– despite the fact that you woke first.
At least you hadn’t moved around or talked too much. You wouldn’t dare wake him up. He always needed sleep.
“Alex,” you murmur against the sliver of bare shoulder poking through his work shirt.
He kisses you between the crook of your neck and shoulder, before resting back into you, and you kiss him in the same spot before speaking softly again“ what did I tell you about getting in my bed with your outside clothes on.” You rest your chin on his shoulder with a sleepy pout.
He responds with a drawn out hum.
The sound was low and heavy, sending every bit of your alertness down to your hips. They normally would have dipped into the bed, but he was too heavy on top of you. It was a soft throbbing ache that tempted you to leave you breathless.
“Passed out before I could take a shower,” he slurred sleepily. “ y’smelled too good. . . wanted to smell y’sum more before I did . . .” He kissed your skin lazily once more, trailing his mouth over your shoulder and into the curve of your throat, “never made it.”
He grabbed your stray hand, pulling it back towards the cocoon of warmth where you both lay. Your skin was starting to prickle in the budding heat.
It was the time of year that the summer heat was thick. The morning dew is not as cool as it usually is and doesn’t last as long.
His clothes didn’t help. The material of his pants felt rough on your uncovered thighs. The wrinkled corners of his button down shirt settle uncomfortably through yours, prickling your abdomen and the tender softness of your breast.
“Now I gotta shower all over again.” You turn your head and he moves with you, letting your head rest against his so you can look at one another. “you got cheap beer, gun smoke, and outside all over me.” you pout.
“You think all beer smells cheap,” he murmurs against your lips, “it’s just the smell of beer you hate. . . I would never touch the cheap stuff. Nothing about me is cheap.” He grins lazily.
You huff a short, “hm.” your eyes drift, fluttering heavy with sleep.
He presses his lips softly against yours.
You wrinkle your nose as he does, the horrible smell much stronger, and he laughs softly, pressing his face into the sheets to save you and keep it from happening again.
You let out a soft squeak of protest and attempt to roll back some to create a little distance.
He grasps at your hands, sliding them above your head to keep you snuggly underneath him.
“We don’t need to waste all that water” he says into your cheek, not wanting to offend your nose. “ You can just get in the shower with me.”