Tall and short.

She enjoyed sleeping in on warm mornings. In fact, she's definitely not a morning person.

The blonde pulled her sheets over her head, softly mumbling. The tall male had woken up in advance and was already doing his business in the bathroom, since the sound of the shower could be heard.

She had barely fallen asleep when the male, hair still wet from the shower, came by to give her a good morning kiss.

"Not now, Bertholdt..." she mumbled, softly pushing his face away and attempting her drowsy escape back to dreamland, but the male would not budge.

"Come on, Annie. It's a good morning." he chimed brightly into her ear, thus leading up to her attempting to cover her ear with her shoulder.

"Just a few more minutes..." the blonde, now agitated, moaned out her distaste and rolled over.

Bertholdt was having none of that.

He was dressed just in his shorts- and a towel around his neck.

"Annie, you're not going to give me a good morning kiss at least? So mean, after all that scratching last night.."

That woke her up.

"Shut up." she responded, but he could see that she realized it and was trying to cover her embarassment.

"Annie...." he mused, slowly leaning down towards her again, one hand holding his weight up. "Please don't ignore me.."

She turned her head up towards him and shifted. Her icy blue eyes gazed right into his own, speaking thousands of words within her gaze.

"I'll give you another extra kiss if you let me sleep in today." she replies, reaching out a hand to stroke his cheek. "I'm still tired..."

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