Day Off (Day 3: Holiday)
Weiss gently groaned, slowly opening her eyes to glare at the bit of sunlight peeking in through the curtains. She could roll over and be rid of the annoyance… but that would mean moving from her very comfortable spot, which she wasn’t exactly inclined to do at present. Not when she had Blake’s arm draped across her waist, pulling her in tight against a chest that rumbled with a content purr, her wife’s face buried in her neck and their legs tangled together beneath the covers.
Normally, they’d both be up and hustling by the time the sun rose, trying to get the kids all fed, dressed, and dropped off in time for both Weiss and Blake to make it to work. But in light of the personal holiday, Winter and Yang had volunteered to take care of the kids so that the two could take full ad vantage of their wedding anniversary, which included sleeping in while cuddled up together.
So, now she faced a conundrum. Move and risk waking her wife so she might buy a few extra minutes of shut eye or stay right where she was and deal with the inconvenience.
Well, when phrased that way… she truly didn’t have much choice, now did she?
Closing her eyes to try and keep out the light, she sighed and relished the calm and quiet in the arms of her wife, a smile curling her lips. Almost twelve years of waking up this way and while the novelty had worn off a bit, it was replaced by a sort of… comfort, like a well worn pair of sneakers that could be slipped on for just about any occasion or a faded pair of jeans going threadbare at the seams. The familiarity of the position, the sound of Blake purring behind her, the weight of her arm around Weiss’ waist… even if it had become an every day occurrence, the chance to soak i t in and acknowledge it retained its charm.