Waking up slowly, Emma stretched, spreading across the entire bed and yawning with a lazy smile. She loved mornings like these, with the sun shining brightly through the already drawn curtains, and the prospect of a day entirely free to spend with her beloved. Though their bed was empty, the figure of her husband hunched over his desk in the corner was a comfort to her. He always woke before her, and though she loved to awaken in his strong embrace, she could not fault him for taking advantage of his time alone.
"Good morning," she greeted him in a song song voice, sitting up to grin at him. His long hair was loose and sleep-tousled, and his robe sat untied around his chest. Immediately, she ached for him, and she moved to climb off the bed, moving to the vanity to wash her face. She gazed at him in the mirror as she did so, performing her morning ablutions quickly. Crossing the room, she stood behind him and leaned over to wrap her arms about his chest, nuzzling her cheek against his. "What reading could be so fascinating that you did not even come kiss me good morning, sweetheart?"
