“...and tomorrow evening you have meetings with very highly regarded professionals. It is imperative that you get rest.”
Morrison slowly moves down the hall, nodding to the lengthy schedule, “Yeah--Athena I got it.” He leans his forearm on the wall, flicking fingers on the keypad for a memorized code.
“...Sir that’s Commander Gabriel’s room.”
“Which is not your room.”
“You said you wanted me to get rest right?” He pulls out the earpiece before he can fully hear their answer, slipping into the room when the door slides open to the code. He peels off his layers of clothing, crawling up into the bed--more on the other form in the bed.
He hears a faint grunt, making the blond shift and readjust. His tanned skin was bare, warm from the blankets and the deliberate heat of the room. He sighs softly, “Sorry...were you sleeping?”
A couple moments for an answer, “...Sorta.”
“You know you could always say ‘yes’ or ‘no’.” Morrison shifts again, pressing gentle pressure on the other’s spine, his eyes following little scars on his shoulders and sides.
“Sorta yes. Sorta no.” He shifts his head to the side off the pillow, “...How shit is your schedule?”
The soldier huffs, pressing lips against his lower back, the sensitive skin soft and sweet to the taste, his fingers wrapping around his hips. He hears Gabriel’s soft chuckle as he lingers on the indent of his spine, sucking light on the skin.
“...Must be pretty shit then.”
