Work Text:
Saeyoung groans as he hears the shrill sound of his alarm, rudely waking him up.
He feels you hum gently from where your cheek is resting on his pillow.
“Snooze” he hears you say, and it only takes a moment for him to decide it’s a great idea. He taps the button on his phone and pulls you closer against him. He buries his face in your neck, placing a soft kiss to your skin.
He feels so incredibly relaxed, so incredibly warm, and overall so incredibly content, it might as well be a crime to get out of bed and disturb the quiet peace of the winter morning.
He feels himself start to drift back off, only for the alarm to start back up again. He heaves out a large, annoyed breath.
You hold his hand where it lays on your waist. “One more time” you say and wiggle yourself even closer to him.
He bites his lip, knowing he’ll be cutting it close if he hits snooze again. But with the feeling of your warm body pressed flush against him, he can’t find it in him to say no. Without really looking he taps “snooze” for what is supposed to be the last time.
The next time he comes to, Saeyoung notices it’s not the obnoxious sound of his alarm waking him up, but the obnoxious ring of his cell phone.
He gets a glance at the time.
“Ah, shit,” he mutters before moving his hand from its place on your waist to click the green button on the screen.
“Let it go to voicemail,” he hears you say sleepily.
“It’s Vanderwood. I’m half an hour late for work, I must’ve accidentally turned off the alarm the last time I thought I pressed snooze.”
You grab his hand back, a little more awake now. You press a brief kiss to his fingertips before moving his hand back to your waist.
“Since when do you ever listen to Vanderwood? Come on, it’s Christmas Eve, don’t you get a little vacation like everyone else?”
He lets out a breath and shakes his head, even though she can’t see his face. He moves his hand again as he reaches back for his phone.
Quicker than his sleepy brain can make sense of, you’re rolling him over and pinning the hand with the still-ringing phone above his head. You fix each knee on either side of his hips. Automatically, his other hand braces itself on your bare thigh.
You smirk a bit at the look in his wide eyes. You love catching a secret agent off guard. You pin his hand up until the ringing stops and it goes to voicemail.
“MC—“
You point a finger in in his chest. “Nope. You’re going to listen to me for the remainder of the morning. No work, no cellphone, no Vanderwood. Once noon comes around, you can do whatever you want, but you’re going to listen to me until then.”
He looks a little confused, so you clarify.
Leaning in closely, you let your hair fall over your shoulder to fall next to him on his pillow “It’s Christmas Eve,” you begin, and you bring your hand up to his face before kissing his forehead gently.
After a moment you lightly kiss his cheek, his nose, and then his other cheek before stopping, lingering just above his mouth. He bites his lower lip.
“And we’re going to cuddle, and sleep in, and do whatever we want because Vanderwood can go without you for one day.” You brush some of his hair out of his face, letting your hand trail gently down to his naked chest.
With your other hand you bring your thumb and forefinger to grip his chin. You brush your thumb against his lower lip, smiling at the way it quivers slightly. You can tell you’re starting to get to him. It shouldn’t take much more to convince him; he’s always been easy when it comes to you. And vice versa.
You bring your lips a hairs breadth away from his. “Unless you’d rather spend the morning with her.” You lean in and place the lightest of kisses to his lower lip.
Before he can do anything, you pull back, and for a moment he tries to follow your lips for a kiss, but instead his head falls back to his pillow. He groans, frustrated. You bite your lip to hide a smile.
He rubs at his sleepy eyes. “I have to go to work.”
You hum a negative. “You work from home.” Your finger begins to trace patterns on his chest and you can hear his breath starting to get uneven.
“Yes, but I work from my computer that Vanderwood can monitor and see whether or not it’s active. If it’s not, there’s going to be hell to pay later in the form of incessant nagging.”
You pout, your lower lip poking out, in a way you knows will tempt him. He grits his teeth.
He shakes his head and just as he’s about to say something else, the phone starts ringing again. He sits up in the bed.
He looks back at you with apologetic eyes. “Tomorrow’s Christmas. We can do all the cuddling we want tomorrow, okay?”
He doesn’t wait for you to answer him before he’s putting the phone up to his ear, and you know it’s because if you said anything else begging him to spend the day in bed with you he’d fold like a lawn chair.
No matter. You still have one more trick up your sleeve. And the fact that you can tell he’s still worked up from your last attempt to get him to avoid Vanderwood’s call will definitely work to your advantage.
Saeyoung taps the green ‘answer’ button on the cellphone, “707.”
You can slightly hear Vanderwood’s voice on the other line. “Agent 707. Is there a good reason you’re not at your computer right now?”
You start to make your move while Saeyoung is focused on the phone call.
”Yeah, about that...” he starts, but sucks in a breath when he feels your lips start placing soft kisses to his neck. You smile against his skin, placing little love bites as you go.
“I—“ he tries again, but your hand begins to sneak from where it rests on his chest down to the sensitive skin below his navel. You smile even wider as you start tracing teasing circles.
“Yeah, um, Vanderwood....”
You bring your lips to his ear, chuckling a bit before biting down gently.
“Are you okay, Agent?” you hear Vanderwood say, “You sound a little out of breath—“
In that moment your hand dips lower and Saeyoung gasps and drops the phone as he feels you grip him.
“707, are you okay you sound like you’re having an asthma—“
You grab Saeyoung’s phone while he’s distracted, bringing it up to your ear.
“I assure you he’s fine Agent Vanderwood,” you say with a grin. “You have a merry Christmas.” With that, you hang up the cellphone.
You turn your attention back to your fiancé.
Saeyoung shakes his head, but you don’t miss the impish grin starting to grow on his face.
Without warning you find yourself staring up at him, his arms effectively caging you in as he lies on top of you. Sweet triumph warms your whole body.
“She’s gonna be mad.” Saeyoung says, brushing a few rogue hairs from your face.
You take the phone still in your hand and turn it to Do Not Disturb before tossing it on the nightstand.
You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Let her.”