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It’s far too early when you’re woken by the feeling of the wight of your bed shifting. It’s not unusual for your partner to get up so early in the morning. It doesn’t always wake you, but this morning you feel it as he brushes a kiss against your forehead. Blinking back into awareness, you squint up at Jim, whose face drops as soon as you make eye contact.
“I’d be offended by that look, if I didn’t know better.” Your voice is still a bust rusty, a bit hoarse from sleep, and you smile at your partner, who blushes sweetly. You take a better look at him, realizing he is still in his sleep clothes and wearing his reading glasses. He doesn’t look about to rush away to work, the way he usually does when you see him in the morning. “What are you doing up so early?” You ask, your voice sounding closer to normal. “Don’t you have today off?”
Jim’s blush darkens a bit as he glances at the floor. “Just, woke up early. Couldn’t get back to sleep, thought I’d do some reading for a bit.” He frowns. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
Smiling softly, you push yourself up to a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard. “Well, I’m up now.” Teasing smile on your face, you lean forward, softly kissing the tip of his nose. You hold eye contact as you lean back. “Y’know, I really like those glasses on you.”
Jim looks away, his ears more red than the admiral uniform he usually wears. You know he’s still not a big fan of the glasses- he wears them, but usually only here, in his room, or when it was absolutely unavoidable on the bridge. You know he’d rather be able to fix his vision, take Retinax the way everyone around him does, and he’s still ashamed of needing the glasses.
You, on the other hand, adore his glasses. The little golden frames fit his face perfectly, and you can’t help admiring the way they make him look. As if it wasn’t already hard enough to keep your eyes off of him. Smiling, you press a kiss to his cheek.
“I mean it.” Your voice is barely louder than a whisper as you continue peppering kisses along his face, moving from his cheekbone to his jaw. The flush on his face darkens, his pupils widening as you nip at his ear.
There’s a smile on his face as he turns to look at you. Your noses are practically touching, giving you a clear view at the look of wonder in his eyes. It’s the same look he gets every time you tell him you love him, like he’s shocked to hear it every time. “Yeah?” His voice is quiet, but the smile on his face is growing, and you can see the love in his eyes reflected back at you.
You flash him a grin, the only warning you give him before you grab the back of his head, pulling him in for an unbelievably sloppy kiss. There’s a bit too much teeth, but you can feel his smile as you lick into his mouth, and you know you’re grinning just as bad. It’s a bit silly, at this point, the way you light up around each other, but you love it. You’re panting as you pull back, your grin widening as you realize you’ve knocked his glasses crooked.
Breathing out a soft laugh, you lean forward, righting the glasses with a smile. Then, cupping his face, you lean forward, pressing one more chaste kiss to his lips. “Yeah, four-eyes. You’re cute.”
At your teasing tone, his expression drops into one of exaggerated offense, and you laugh again as you push yourself out of the bed. “Come on.” You grab his hand, interlacing your fingers as you tug him toward the bathroom. “Let’s go take a shower.”