[For Jane]
He'd always been able to get himself out of bed at a moment's notice, and that trait had only been emphasized in the war when abrupt awakenings often quickly led to calls for action and new orders. He was an early waker in the morning, besides, and often went for a workout or to ITF training just at the break of dawn, before the heat of the day had set in.
Mornings with Jane, however, were stunningly different. He could turn over in the sheets, draw her warm, soft body up closer against his and let himself be lulled back into a doze to the scent of her hair and the hypnotizing rhythm of her even breathing and heartbeat. Even when sleep deserted him he could lay there with her as the sunlight spread into the room under the curves of the curtains and highlighted her blonde hair and eyelashes until she stirred into wakefullness. When she showed the first signs of waking, as she did this morning, he could lean in without guilt and kiss her gently on the lips and brush the hair off the delicious curve of her shoulder and smile. "Good morning."