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Simon wakes up slowly.
Coming out of a dreamless sleep by slow increments.
He wasn’t sure what woke him but he didn’t feel like getting up from the bed just yet which made him mentally chuckle considering how he used to spring out of the bed in high alert the second he was conscious again.
He was retired now. Had moved to the countryside (not too far from the city though just in case)and had been living a mostly uneventful life the last ten years or so.
He had to admit though he was curious as to what had woken him. Lately he wouldn’t wake before noon if he could help it.
Simon had gotten an overnight job just for some extra cash to have around in case of emergencies.
He turned to his side intending on drawing his husband closer only to find the space empty.
‘Ah that’s what woke me then’ Simon thought in passing and made to get up to go find him. Didn’t even attempt at putting on some clothes before making his way down to the main part of the house.
On his way he almost stumbled over their grumpy looking tabby cat so as an apology to the little one he goes to grab a treat for Sir-Dish which the little one accepts and allows him to pet him under its small chin when he’s done with the treat.
Simon then continues towards the kitchen since that’s where he’d normally find Johnny these days. Attempting new recipe after recipe which Simon is always glad to taste test for him and it looked like he was right as he got nearer to the kitchen the smell of spices and herbs filled the living room, whatever he was cooking smelled amazing, so Simon made his way towards the sound of clanking pots and pans and the faint humming voice of his husband.
John was just about done with breakfast when he felt two arms wrap around his middle and the large body of his husband pull himself close against his back.
“Good morning, love” Johnny says without missing a beat as he turns off the stove and began to plate their breakfast.
Simon leaned closer still and gave Soap a quick nibble on the side of his cheek making the Scot chuckle and put the food down before he could turn around without dislodging Simon’s arms.
John repeated his morning greetings with an added smile and peck on the corner of Simon’s lips. It seemed to spur Simon on as he smiled and dipped down to press his lips to John’s fully.
Kissing softly, slowly, sweetly quickly getting enraptured by the other forgetting the where or what.
Just enjoying the presence of the other. Only separating when one of them needed air but quickly going back to kissing and biting each others lips til they bruised. then moved their kisses to their cheeks. Then lower and lo—
“Mrrre-aow” came the loud mewl out of their favorite feline.
Both former sergeant and lieutenant sighed laughing at the cat’s interruption.
“I’ll get him his food if you put our breakfast on the table?” John said beginning to break away from the taller man but Simon had other plans as he pulled Johnny against him once more, snaking his hands and underneath the back of Johnny’s shirt scratching at the skin lightly giving him one last kiss if a bit of tongue as he then says “we’ll most definitely continue where we left off once we’re done eating our food I’ll have you know”
A small moan escapes the Scot’s mouth at Simon’s hands running up and down his back and a bit lower but ultimately agrees.
They both smile to the other, gave one truly last peck on the lips then separated to place breakfast accordingly.