It's early in the morning, and Edmund's alarm is about to go off. Instead, Steve turns it off and leans in to give him a kiss. "Wake up," he mutters as he holds a fresh brewed cup of coffee in front of his lovers nose. "How about breakfast in bed, love."
Edmund groaned softly, and were it not for the mug of coffee practically touching his nose, he would have stolen Steve’s pillow to smash over his own face.
Fuck actually getting up in the morning during shore leave.
But there was a mug of coffee, essentially touching his nose. There was the lingering sensation of a kiss, and an undeniably cheerful voice actually speaking words to him.
Green eyes cracked open to glare at Steve.
“Do I have to?” Shepard grumbled. “Wake up, that is.”