WHO: Eliot Spencer and Paige Matthews ... Spencer. Yes, you read correctly WHERE: There little house in the city WHEN:This morning. WHAT: Newlywed stuff? No not THAT. STATUS: Closed/Incomplete RATING: TBD, more than likely no more than PG-13
Lightly Paige wrinkled her nose; however, whatever was tickling it was insistent in being a pain. She wrinkled it once again but it was still being a pain. Waking slowly into consciousness, she pushed at it aimlessly with her hand, even as she stifled a yawn with the other as she turned her head in another direction. Turning her head back to the side it was before, once again something tickled her. Blinking her eyes open in slight irritation, she smiled-annoyance immediately melting into amusement-and began to walk her fingers down the expanse of skin showing. His head was faced in the other direction, nevertheless, she pressed a kiss to the back of his head. A head filled with the same hair that had nudged her awake.
Paige kept on idly drawing patterns on this back, until she felt him stir awake, "One of these days I'm going to cut all of this stuff while you're asleep." She whispered lowly, it was obvious that she was teasing. "Then maybe I'd make it through a morning without being woken up at an ungodly hour."
It was just past 10 am and Paige tended to be awake earlier because of ... well, ahem. They were newlyweds. And even before that. Her job tended to have her awake or asleep at odd hours. She was used to it. Sort of. Even years of early mornings would never be an exact habit for Paige Matthews-Spencer. It would always be ungodly, inhumane, torture, whatever you wanted to call it, until she had her morning ritual of coffee.