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bedesSummary: Luke is the one who refuses to get up and get ready for an event that he agreed to go to. This leaves Crow to the task of trying to get him up in time.
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Crow and Luke’s personalities starkly contrasted their morning attitudes. Crow slept only a few hours, if at all, with little naps throughout the day to catch up on sleep. Because of that, he was usually up relatively easily. After all, it’s not hard to get up in the morning when you’ve been awake for hours before. Luke, on the other hand, actually tried to get all of his sleep in at night, with his tendency to ‘go, go, go’ not leaving room for naps during the day. But this lead to the issue of getting up, after 8 hours of cozy sleep, which was difficult; even worse if he slept too little. Even worse than that was trying to drag Luke out of bed when he slept too little, earlier than usual, for some sort of event.
Knowing this, Crow had decided to let Luke sleep in as much as possible that morning; getting fully dressed and eating breakfast before even attempting to get him to get out of bed. Procrastination could only go on for so long, however, and eventually, Crow sat down on his own side of the bed, to try and gently shake Luke awake.
“Hey, Blueberry… It’s time to get up…”
Luke, as expected, curled up tighter into a ball, and put his pillow over his head, with a whiny, “Noooo…”
“Yeeesss,” Crow responded, with a small, playful eyeroll. “Luke, come on, I let you sleep in! And it’s your sister who wanted us to meet her girlfriend.”
Luke grumbled a bit; something about, “Flora is such an early bird,” and, “This is homophobia, because I’m gay and it’s inconveniencing me.”
Crow responded by forcing Luke’s pillow out of his hands, to try and get him to deal with the light, but Luke just went straight to burrowing under the covers. Crow yanked the covers off of Luke’s side of the bed, and his husband just put his hands over his eyes. That earned a frustrated huff from Crow. “Luke, come on! You’re the one who agreed to meeting Flora. What happened to, ‘A gentleman is always kind to someone important to their friends’?”
“The gentleman is tired,” Luke grumbled in response.
“Well, the gentleman better get up or the gentleman’s husband is going to pour hot tea on his face!” Crow shot back. (That was a threat he made often in situations like these, but both of them knew well at this point that it was an empty threat.)
Luke didn’t even reply, except for sighing and curling up tighter to get warm.
Crow made a frustrated noise. He knew if they were late, Luke would beat himself up for it later, and he didn’t like to see Luke disappointed in himself. He thought for a while about different things he could do to get Luke up. Cold water wouldn’t leave burns like tea would, but it would make a mess. Being loud would just make the neighbors complain, and God knew Luke could sleep through anything. Bribing with food typically worked, but Luke often just ended up complaining until Crow brought him breakfast in bed. Tea or coffee would take too long to settle in…
Crow finally got an idea that might work, and he grinned to himself, before leaning down so he could pull Luke’s hands away from his face. Before Luke could complain, Crow pressed a quick kiss to his cheek (he couldn’t quite reach his lips, because Luke was facing away from him). This actually made Luke’s eyes open, though it was hesitant and slow, and he turned over, so Crow could reach his lips. Crow sat back up though, and tilted his head. “If you want more, I’ll give you more after you’re up and ready.”
“Nooooo!”
“Yeeeesss.”
After a few seconds to be grumpy about the situation, Luke finally sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed before standing. He gave a look of annoyance to Crow over his shoulder, but his cheeks being tinted pink ruined it. “You better plan on keeping that promise, because if you aren’t, I’m going back to bed with my morning clothes on.”
Crow chuckled, before getting up and going to the door. While still in the doorway, he turned around, and blew Luke a kiss. “I’ll be waiting in the car!”
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Crow and Luke’s personalities starkly contrasted their morning attitudes. Crow slept only a few hours, if at all, with little naps throughout the day to catch up on sleep. Because of that, he was usually up relatively easily. After all, it’s not hard to get up in the morning when you’ve been awake for hours before. Luke, on the other hand, actually tried to get all of his sleep in at night, with his tendency to ‘go, go, go’ not leaving room for naps during the day. But this lead to the issue of getting up, after 8 hours of cozy sleep, which was difficult; even worse if he slept too little. Even worse than that was trying to drag Luke out of bed when he slept too little, earlier than usual, for some sort of event.
Knowing this, Crow had decided to let Luke sleep in as much as possible that morning; getting fully dressed and eating breakfast before even attempting to get him to get out of bed. Procrastination could only go on for so long, however, and eventually, Crow sat down on his own side of the bed, to try and gently shake Luke awake.
“Hey, Blueberry… It’s time to get up…”
Luke, as expected, curled up tighter into a ball, and put his pillow over his head, with a whiny, “Noooo…”
“Yeeesss,” Crow responded, with a small, playful eyeroll. “Luke, come on, I let you sleep in! And it’s your sister who wanted us to meet her girlfriend.”
Luke grumbled a bit; something about, “Flora is such an early bird,” and, “This is homophobia, because I’m gay and it’s inconveniencing me.”
Crow responded by forcing Luke’s pillow out of his hands, to try and get him to deal with the light, but Luke just went straight to burrowing under the covers. Crow yanked the covers off of Luke’s side of the bed, and his husband just put his hands over his eyes. That earned a frustrated huff from Crow. “Luke, come on! You’re the one who agreed to meeting Flora. What happened to, ‘A gentleman is always kind to someone important to their friends’?”
“The gentleman is tired,” Luke grumbled in response.
“Well, the gentleman better get up or the gentleman’s husband is going to pour hot tea on his face!” Crow shot back. (That was a threat he made often in situations like these, but both of them knew well at this point that it was an empty threat.)
Luke didn’t even reply, except for sighing and curling up tighter to get warm.
Crow made a frustrated noise. He knew if they were late, Luke would beat himself up for it later, and he didn’t like to see Luke disappointed in himself. He thought for a while about different things he could do to get Luke up. Cold water wouldn’t leave burns like tea would, but it would make a mess. Being loud would just make the neighbors complain, and God knew Luke could sleep through anything. Bribing with food typically worked, but Luke often just ended up complaining until Crow brought him breakfast in bed. Tea or coffee would take too long to settle in…
Crow finally got an idea that might work, and he grinned to himself, before leaning down so he could pull Luke’s hands away from his face. Before Luke could complain, Crow pressed a quick kiss to his cheek (he couldn’t quite reach his lips, because Luke was facing away from him). This actually made Luke’s eyes open, though it was hesitant and slow, and he turned over, so Crow could reach his lips. Crow sat back up though, and tilted his head. “If you want more, I’ll give you more after you’re up and ready.”
“Nooooo!”
“Yeeeesss.”
After a few seconds to be grumpy about the situation, Luke finally sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed before standing. He gave a look of annoyance to Crow over his shoulder, but his cheeks being tinted pink ruined it. “You better plan on keeping that promise, because if you aren’t, I’m going back to bed with my morning clothes on.”
Crow chuckled, before getting up and going to the door. While still in the doorway, he turned around, and blew Luke a kiss. “I’ll be waiting in the car!”
