The first pale glow of morning was making the wall above my side of the bed a faint lavender. I snuggled down into the sheets to steal a few more moments of warmth before the inevitable. The drifting almost took me back into sleep's embrace, but then I heard the gentle shuffle of your feet across the hardwood floor and felt the bed move under your weight.

I sensed you laying down, a rush of cool air making its way into my cocoon as you slipped back under the blankets. Your hand sliding across my hip as you moved up behind me and spooned around me, pressing against me with your comforting presence. Your lips kissing the nape of my neck. This was the best part.

Timeless minutes passed before your voice murmured in my ear. "Time to get up, sleepyhead. You've got important things to do today."

I didn't budge a millimeter. "Go 'way. No… don't move, just stay right there."

"Mmm. Can't do that, babe," you rumbled against my neck. Your hand moved up from my waist and gently cupped my breast, idly stroking my nipple. "Sure you don't want to wake up a bit early?"

"That's cheating," I said, rolling onto my back to look up at your face, your bed-tousled black curls across your brow. Seeing the smile crinkling the corners of your eyes. This was the best part.

I raised up to kiss you good morning, but you pulled back. "Uh uh. No kissing. That would ruin this and we would have to start all over again," you reminded me. I pouted, but I knew you were right. Still, I didn't much like this part, even though I'd appreciate it later.

I had to satisfy myself with running my fingers through your tangles, roughly combing them aside even though I knew they would just spring back until you had time to shower later and thrash them into submission for the day. "Well," I said, "there's nothing stopping you from kissing me here…" I guided your head lower until your mouth grazed my collarbone.

You took advantage of that, and your lips trailed a trajectory across my chest to meet your fingers, still tweaking at my now quite awake nipple. My eyes fluttered at the sensation of your teeth scraping gently at the tip, and I gripped your hair as I pressed your face to my tit. This was almost the best part… which came seconds later as you squeezed my breast and sucked it between your lips, flicking your tongue across the hard nub. Fuck, yes!

Dropping to your side, your supporting arm snaked beneath me to exchange possession of my boob with your first hand. It was now free to roam as you suckled my tender nipple. I could feel your rigidity nestled against my ass. You knew my body so well, knew where to stroke and where to scratch, when to grip me tightly and when to tickle me into squirms. Mercilessly, you took advantage of your knowledge to slowly drive my body into a boiling frenzy.

My hand sought yours, guiding it down across my belly and between my thighs. I pushed your fingers between my lips into the slick valley and frantically masturbated myself with your digits. I needed this! Needed you! And ohgodohgodTHIS WAS THE BEST FUCKING PART!!OHFUCK!

Afterward, I again floated, half dreamlike in your arms as dawn crept down the wall.

"End Simulation" a female voice said in a cheerful voice. Get stuffed, bitch.

With a hiss of compressed air, the pod unfurled around me in the white-lit sleeping bay. The neck-high haptic suit felt clammy with my sweat and I lay still as reality coalesced around me. The blinking light in the corner of my heads-up display let me know that my day's task queue awaited for Day 246.

I disattached the cables to the haptics, letting them reel into their alcove, and hauled myself upright. Before leaving the pod, I confirmed the next aug-reality recording in the rotation, the one from when we went on that hike. Then, I crossed to Hibernation Unit 112 and looked at you through the crystal port, looked at the shape of your lips.

379 days to go.

Mods said it was okay to just post a stand-alone piece, so here's my little flash-fiction contribution to this week's theme.