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It's a rare lazy day at Gibraltar, where the world doesn't need saving and nothing is up in flames. Sunlight streams through the windows, painting the walls in quiet gold. So you stumble out of your room with a yawn in the morning, bedhead and all, let your feet carry you to a familiar door and knock.
"Coming." A groggy voice sounds from behind the door and moments later, you're met with a confused, still sleepy Emre Sarioglu.
"Why —" He yawns, blinking blearily. "What are you doing here?"
"Spending the off-day with you."
"It's too early." He groans, but stands aside to let you in.
"We can continue sleeping in your room." You wave, making your way to his bed and flopping on it.
"Why my room?" He chuckles, lying down next to you.
"Because you wouldn't come over to mine." You give his cheek a poke. "How else am I going to get my cuddles?"
"You don't need cuddles this early in the morning." He huffs, pulling you closer so that he can tuck you against his chest. You hum happily, burrowing into his embrace and feel him start to play with your hair.
"We didn't get to cuddle for the past week, this is making up for it." You mumble, tracing shapes mindlessly on his arm.
"But you didn't have to wake me up for this." He flicks the top of your head before pressing a kiss to the exact same spot when you pout. "We could both have slept in."
"And miss out on cuddles? No way." You give his bicep a little pinch that he doesn't react to. "What's for breakfast?"
"Breakfast? I haven't finished sleeping yet, kuzum. Let me sleep." He wraps his arms around you tightly. "No leaving until I wake up."
He closes his eyes, curling around you and soon drifts back to sleep. Still rather awake, you content yourself with watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest with every breath he takes, basking in the comforting, warm embrace of the man you love. You let your head rest on his shoulder, legs tangled in his.
This is a perfect morning. No disturbances, just you, the man you love, and the warmth of the sun. You go back to drawing shapes on him, feeling his back muscles flexing beneath your finger. He stirs slightly, but continues sleeping and soon, the rhythmic breaths he takes lull you right back to sleep.
When you wake up for the second time today, you're met with soft brown eyes gazing at you with adoration.
"Watching me sleep? What a creep." You give him a little shove.
He laughs. "That makes you a creep too. Don't think I never notice you staring at me when I'm sleeping."
"Well, takes one to know one."
He smothers your face with kisses, purposely rubbing his stubble on your cheeks because he knows how ticklish you are, and laughs when you try to pull away. His laughter fills the room, low and rich, making the beautiful morning even better.
"S-stop it!" You shriek, doing all you can to push him away, your hands firmly planted on his chest but to no avail. Your hands get squished between the two of you, and you regret your decision. Now you don't have any tools in your arsenal to get away from him.
He only stops what he's doing when you go limp, eyes filled with worry when you don't respond to his little poke on your cheek.
"Aşkım? Did I go too far? I'm sorry!" He panics. "I didn't mean to —"
"I really can't fake things without feeling bad for you." You groan, opening an eye in irritation. "You're terrible."
"You're the terrible one, making me worry for no reason." He pouts, giving you the best puppy dog eyes he can muster.
"How else am I going to get you to stop?" You pinch his bicep, causing him to let out a yelp of surprise.
"I'll stop I'll stop!" He raises his hands in surrender as you keep pinching him as hard as you can.
"See? Terrible." He teases, leaning in to sneak a kiss on your lips.
"Yet you still love me." You smirk.
"Luckily for you, love works in mysterious ways." He chuckles lowly. "Is there anything you want to do today?"
"Can't think of anything now, to be honest. Let's just lie in bed until one of us thinks of something to do." You roll over onto your back, arms sprawling everywhere.
"Sounds like a plan." He copies you, letting out a sigh of contentment when his back hits the soft mattress. He makes a face when one of your arms lands on his chest but makes no move to push it off. He simply lies there, with one of your arms pinning him down, and then he decides to ensure that your arm is kept there when you try to move it.
"Too bad." He chuckles when you let out a noise of annoyance. "You did this to yourself."
After a few moments of struggling, you give up, letting the room lapse into silence. You can hear the quiet sounds of his breath, the hum of the air conditioner, and you feel your eyes begin to close when Emre decides to speak again.
"I haven't introduced you to my parents as my partner." He frowns. "We should find a time to go over together."
"Oh right, you haven't. The last time I saw them, we weren't official yet. The food was great, though. I can't wait to taste your mother's home-cooked food again!" Your eyes gleam with excitement.
He laughs. "She'll be glad to hear it. You can look forward to more food in the future once you tell her how much you love her cooking."
"That's good for me!" You grin. "Don't worry, I'll share."
"You won't be able to finish it all by yourself, I'll guarantee that." He turns to look at you fondly, reaching a hand over to cup your cheek. You take back your now freed arm, rubbing it to get the blood flowing once more. "She'll be happy to hear that I've got myself a partner too. Both her and my father loved you when you visited, they'll be delighted and relieved to know that we're official now."
"I haven't told my parents about us yet either." You rest your hand on his.
"Worried that they won't like me?" He raises an eyebrow. "Now that I think about it, you haven't introduced me to your parents at all."
"I…don't know how open they are to me dating someone from another race. They can be quite…conservative." You sigh, taking his hand in yours to give it a squeeze. "But I do want to bring you to my hometown. I want to show you where I grew up, my favourite spots to hide away from the rest of the world, my favourite snacks and where to buy them from."
"Then I'll just brave the potentially awkward meeting." He smiles. "Anything is worth it, for you."
You feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, and quickly turn to bury your face in the nearest pillow. You bite your lip in an attempt to stop the squeals that are welling up from your throat, hearing a light chuckle from the one you call your boyfriend.
"Was that too much, meleğim?" He teases, rolling over to give you a kiss to the top of your head.
He only pulled those nicknames out when he was sleepy or soft, like they slipped out before he realised it.
You shake your head, still burying your face in the pillow. "You're ridiculous."
The words come out muffled but he still catches them, and it only makes him laugh harder. Your heart flutters at the sound, a smile forming on your face. You can't help but shift over and press a kiss to his lips, halting him mid-laugh.
He kisses back, a hand resting on the back of your head to hold you closer. Tracing a thumb along your jaw, his voice drops to a near whisper. "Shhh. Don't tell anyone I said this but…you're my favourite person. Even if you can be insufferable at times."
"Insufferable? Me? Never!" You grin, meeting his gaze. Warm brown eyes filled with unspoken affection greet you, and you simply melt on the spot. "Okay, sometimes."
You pause for a moment to collect yourself, searching for the best way to say what's in your heart and settle for putting it simply.
"You're my favourite person too, Em."
"Never would have been able to tell with the way you act." He smirks, dodging an attempted smack to the face. "See? Exactly my point."
"You're the only person I wake up early for." You huff and give his cheek a poke.
"Wake up early to annoy me, you mean." He pokes your cheek back. You scowl, giving his nose a boop which he accepts graciously before grabbing your wrist so that he can press more kisses to your palm.
"You're lucky I love you." You mutter, lying back down next to him, your head resting on his chest.
"I know. I'm the luckiest person ever." He starts to run his fingers through your hair. "Because I have you."
"I'm lucky to have you too, Em."
The day outside carries on, but here, wrapped in sunlight and each other, time feels like it’s standing still. You realise how easy this happiness feels, tucked away from the chaos the rest of the world demands.