Fred had messed with your alarm again.
You were running late as you stumbled around your apartment, flinging clothes out of your path on your way to the bathroom.
“Morning sunshine, forget to set your alarm again?”
His voice was husky from sleep as he grinned down at you, leaning against the sink with one hand, his other hand raking through his messy ginger locks.
“Funny, would be funnier if it weren’t the third time this week,” you tried to sound angry but his cheeky smile made you practically melt on the spot as he reached to pull you into his arms.
“So, what? I can’t want to enjoy the mornings with my sexy girlfriend a little longer, is that it?”
His arms made their way around your stomach, a hand settled on each hip before his fingers started to drift beneath the hem of your shirt.
“Not when I’m going to end up doing overtime for all my late arrivals at work.”
You punctuated your sentence with a small pout up at him, as you spun yourself around in his embrace, forcing his hands back to his sides.
“Aw rats!” the exclamation was mocking but you could hear the disappoint in his voice at any idea of funny business this morning being solidly shut down. You batted at his chest lightly to prompt him out of the way so you could start the shower, turning back to him with an expectant look.
“Need something?” you ask rhetorically, waiting for him to leave so you can strip.
“Don’t mind me… Just enjoying the view is all.”
Despite dating for years and now even living together, Fred still knew how to make you shy. The way his eyes would take you in, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as his gaze danced over you.
He had a cool air about him, cocky in the just-enough-to-be-sexy way and he knew it too.
“I’m serious! I have to get ready, I’m running late as it is!”
“Why don’t we shower together, I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour.”
God knows you could never say no to him.
You end up stripping off and stepping into the shower together, the water now cascading down both your bodies as you tried to keep your eyes anywhere but him. Sure you’d seen him naked dozens of times, but it never stops the shyness that pulls at you whenever he’s close like this.
“You’re so cute, you know that? Makes me wanna eat you up.”
His voice was muffled by the water as he began lathering himself up, his eyes not leaving your face for even a second. He reached a now slightly soapy hand towards your chin, lifting it up, his other hand against your forehead to shield your face from the shower’s spray.
He beamed at you, his eyes crinkling adorably, before leaning down and planting some kisses against your wet skin, sucking slightly against your neck.
“Fred…” the sigh was tinged with warning as you put your hand limply against his chest, no real force behind it as you wait for him to pull away.
“I know, I know… This poor sod will just have to wait until tonight.”
He lifted his hands from where they’d moved down to your hips in surrender, now reaching for his shampoo with one hand as his other turned you at the waist. You loved moments like this, where Fred spoiled you completely, your heart felt fit to bursting with affection for him as he began to comb the suds through your hair.
“I love it when you smell like me…Everyone can tell you’re all mine.”
His fingers were heavenly as they worked against your scalp, taking care to not let any of the soap get into your eyes. Before you knew it he was done, moving onto his own hair while you washed your body, your eyes sneaking glances at him every now and again.
His body was toned but still with a bit of pudge, a smattering of fluff against his chest and lower stomach, his hair slicked back by the water. His arms flexed as he reached to turn off the water, grabbing a towel for each of you and stepping out into the now steamed bathroom.
“C’mon lazy bum, what happened to running late?”
The teasing comment was enough to kick your ass into gear and you quickly hobbled out behind him, a laugh bubbling from his throat as he watched.
You had gotten ready and to the door only a few (tens of) minutes behind schedule, fixing your hair one last time before getting ready to leave.
Suddenly, Fred was behind you, his body curled over yours with his head buried in the crook of your neck. You could feel him inhale and smile into your skin before leaning back and playing with your fingers.
“See you later, my love,” your smile was echoed on his face as he responded back with a gentle sentiment of;
“You too, my darling.”
He leaned down for one last kiss before sending you on your way, but not without a cheeky smack on the bum first.