Early Mornings
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor and Janet Stein
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: They are not morning people.
Janet was asleep on the couch when he came downstairs. She’d never been a morning person, and if no one was there to keep her moving, she’d get coffee, sit down on the couch, and fall asleep, while the stuff went cold.
Victor wasn’t a morning person, either, but he had always had the good sense, in his opinion, to stay in bed until a decent hour.
Then he’d married Janet.
She tried so hard to wake up at six every morning and stay awake. She tried so hard to watch the sunrise whenever she could.
Then he got used to feeling her warm body beside him in the bed and when she got up, he got up, because it wasn’t worth staying there anymore. He watched her dress, followed her downstairs; every morning he made her coffee, and every morning he watched it go cold on the coffee table.
Eventually he started curling up beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her until they were both conscious enough to comprehend the time. Usually well after sunrise.
He would kiss her gently and wake her up, coaxing her out of dreams and into reality. She’d yawn and stretch and take a sip of her frigid coffee.
It was a routine. Routines were not Victor’s thing. But he put up with this one, because it was so nice to have her beside him.
She stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen, just like every other morning and fell against Victor’s back, mumbling something incomprehensible. He caught her with one arm and held her steady as she made for her coffee cup.
"Maybe we should go back to bed," he suggested.
She gave him an odd look, somewhere between sleep and ‘my husband is nuts,’ and sipped her coffee without picking it up.
"You look so tired," he said, brushing her hair out of her face.
It was still a tangled mass from the pillow. She’d gotten fully dressed, but hadn’t been able to comb her hair. He chuckled.
"It’s morning. I need to be up. You go back to bed," she said, or tried to. It came out as more of a yawn than anything.
"We don’t have to sleep," Victor offered.
She blushed prettily. Early mornings made her shy for some reason.
"But I want to see the sun rise," she said, half-pleading.
"The bed faces the east, babe. We can watch the sunrise from bed," he reminded her.
She scratched her head and thought hard for a moment. "But I’m already dressed."
"That’s not hard to fix."
She turned wide, startled eyes on him. He grinned at her lecherously, not realizing just how much like the Big Bad Wolf he looked.
"Um."
His lips found hers and he pulled her close to him, sliding a hand down her back, then back up to tug her shirt from the waistband of her pants. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and held her, stroking her tongue with his own. She shuddered and moaned.
"What do you say?" he asked when they separated.
She frowned thoughtfully. "What was the question?" she asked, back to half-asleep.
"Just say yes. You’ll like the result."
"Fine, then. Yes."
He scooped her up and carried her upstairs.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor and Janet Stein
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: They are not morning people.
Janet was asleep on the couch when he came downstairs. She’d never been a morning person, and if no one was there to keep her moving, she’d get coffee, sit down on the couch, and fall asleep, while the stuff went cold.
Victor wasn’t a morning person, either, but he had always had the good sense, in his opinion, to stay in bed until a decent hour.
Then he’d married Janet.
She tried so hard to wake up at six every morning and stay awake. She tried so hard to watch the sunrise whenever she could.
Then he got used to feeling her warm body beside him in the bed and when she got up, he got up, because it wasn’t worth staying there anymore. He watched her dress, followed her downstairs; every morning he made her coffee, and every morning he watched it go cold on the coffee table.
Eventually he started curling up beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her until they were both conscious enough to comprehend the time. Usually well after sunrise.
He would kiss her gently and wake her up, coaxing her out of dreams and into reality. She’d yawn and stretch and take a sip of her frigid coffee.
It was a routine. Routines were not Victor’s thing. But he put up with this one, because it was so nice to have her beside him.
She stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen, just like every other morning and fell against Victor’s back, mumbling something incomprehensible. He caught her with one arm and held her steady as she made for her coffee cup.
"Maybe we should go back to bed," he suggested.
She gave him an odd look, somewhere between sleep and ‘my husband is nuts,’ and sipped her coffee without picking it up.
"You look so tired," he said, brushing her hair out of her face.
It was still a tangled mass from the pillow. She’d gotten fully dressed, but hadn’t been able to comb her hair. He chuckled.
"It’s morning. I need to be up. You go back to bed," she said, or tried to. It came out as more of a yawn than anything.
"We don’t have to sleep," Victor offered.
She blushed prettily. Early mornings made her shy for some reason.
"But I want to see the sun rise," she said, half-pleading.
"The bed faces the east, babe. We can watch the sunrise from bed," he reminded her.
She scratched her head and thought hard for a moment. "But I’m already dressed."
"That’s not hard to fix."
She turned wide, startled eyes on him. He grinned at her lecherously, not realizing just how much like the Big Bad Wolf he looked.
"Um."
His lips found hers and he pulled her close to him, sliding a hand down her back, then back up to tug her shirt from the waistband of her pants. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and held her, stroking her tongue with his own. She shuddered and moaned.
"What do you say?" he asked when they separated.
She frowned thoughtfully. "What was the question?" she asked, back to half-asleep.
"Just say yes. You’ll like the result."
"Fine, then. Yes."
He scooped her up and carried her upstairs.