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this post by @footburn inspired me in that 'you must type this out before you can do anything else' way so here. this was literally from brain to computer in about 20 minutes.

rated m this is literally just the softest and sweetest fluff, with some implied sexual content discussed

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"Eds."

"Hm?"

Eddie's sleepy voice whispered against Steve's ear, his breath sending a shiver down his spine.

Steve turned his head as his hand reached over to cup the back of Eddie's head, his fingers gently gripping the frizzy strands of hair sticking out.

"Gotta get up," Steve mumbled.

The alarm clock would be going off in two minutes, a stark reminder that the real world was just outside of their bedroom and unfortunately required putting on clothes and going to work.

If he could, he'd stay like this all day, every day, for the rest of their lives.

Next to Eddie, on top of Eddie, under Eddie, any way he could possibly have him. As long as the sunlight kept streaming through the window and the warmth of Eddie's soft, sleepy smile was in view, Steve would be happy.

"Mm-mm," Eddie shook his head once, nuzzling closer so his next exhale made Steve's eyes flutter closed.

"I have to open today."

Eddie's hand settled on his shoulder, squeezing once before falling away again.

"Stupid."

"What is, baby?" Steve smirked as he watched Eddie's brows furrow as he finally started to wake up.

"Work."

Eddie's eyes fluttered open.

The alarm clock switched to 7:29.

"Call out," Eddie's eyes blinked slowly.

"I can't. It's just me today. Robs would kill me."

"But it'll kill me to watch you get out of bed," Eddie pouted.

Steve sat up, leaning on his elbow, and looked down at Eddie.

Eddie looked back up at him with those wide eyes, bottom lip out like it would actually convince Steve to stay.

The alarm clock showed 7:30.

Steve reached over to shut off the alarm as soon as it started beeping.

He leaned down to kiss his head, then his heart tattoo, then the scar on his side.

"Pleeeease?" Eddie whined. "I have today off. We could sleep and not sleep."

Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but want to give in.

They had so few days like this: where one of them didn't wake up screaming or crying from a nightmare, where they weren't in pain the moment their eyes opened, where someone wasn't needing them the moment the sun rose.

It was tempting to take advantage of this moment, of this day, see where it would lead if Steve just settled back down in bed, see if they were able to sleep for another couple of hours.

Maybe wake up with lips against skin, or hands against chests or thighs.

Maybe eat breakfast in bed and make more than one type of mess.

Maybe only get up to take a shower together, scrub off the stickiness of syrup and body fluids.

Or maybe they'd get a call in 15 minutes from Dustin, who should know better than to call before ten in the morning on weekends, but does anyway because he won't admit that he misses them.

Maybe Robin would show up to shove Steve out the door for the shift he's supposed to work, pissed that he'd even try to get out of it.

Maybe Wayne would finally remember to bring that cake recipe he found in an old family cookbook and insist on helping him make it since he knows the secret.

Or maybe Steve would kiss Eddie's lips once before getting up and doing the thing he doesn't want to do today so they can enjoy their peace tomorrow.

Maybe Steve can look at the alarm clock that now reads 7:31 and think about how sometimes love is getting out of a cozy bed and going to work so you have money to pay for those concert tickets that are gonna be the best birthday present he's ever gotten.

"Love you so much, Eds," Steve whispers as he pulls away from Eddie's mouth, already longing for another kiss.

"Love you too, sweetheart. Bring ya lunch?" Eddie's eyes were getting heavy again as he turned his head into the sheets, breathing in the scent of Steve, of them.

"See you then."

At 7:32, Steve managed to go into the bathroom to shower and get ready for his day.

At 7:56, Steve kissed Eddie's forehead as he slept, careful not to wake him.

At 8:02, Steve left a note for Eddie on his way out the door, the same note he wrote for him every morning, left on his favorite mug so he wouldn't miss it when he made his coffee.

Love you, miss you, want you - your Stevie

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: hole | words: 404 | rated: G | cw: none

There's nothing quite like waking up to the feeling of a wet tongue on his cheek, Eddie is coming to find. "Morning to you too, Strider," he mumbles, still half asleep.

Strider barks, tail wagging as he bumps his cold nose against Eddie's forehead and jumps off the bed. Eddie sighs, but can't help the smile that stretches across his face. It took Steve six months to convince Eddie to adopt a dog and two since Strider came home with them. It's been a change to their routine, of course, but Eddie wouldn't trade their dog for the world. Especially with how happy he makes Steve.

And speaking of Steve… The bed is empty, sheets cold, so Eddie makes his way to the kitchen. There's already a pot of coffee waiting there for him. He serves himself a cup and goes in search of his husband. Food can wait.

Eddie finds Steve on the back porch, hands on his hips and staring out in the distance. He comes to a stop next to him and leans against his side, shoulder to shoulder, and asks, "What are we staring at?"

"That," Steve says, pointing a finger.

Eddie follows with his gaze and groans when he spots what Steve is showing him. "Another?"

"Yup." Steve nods. "I don't know how he keeps doing this without us catching him."

This takes the form of a perfectly round hole dug into the middle of their yard. It's the third one they've found this month, all made by their wonderful dog and presented for them to find in the mornings. Strider chooses that moment to come padding over. He sits his butt down at Steve's feet and lets his tongue out--the perfect picture of doggy happiness.

"We know what you did," Steve tells him, not pleased. "And you don't even look guilty."

"He probably thinks it's a game," Eddie points out. He bends down so he can give Strider some pets. "Isn't that right, boy?"

"Don't encourage him," Steve grumbles when Strider turns on his back and shows his belly to Eddie.

Eddie gives him more pets. "I'm not. We're definitely going to have to do something about it."

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah."

Eddie straightens up and snakes an arm around Steve's waist, pulling him closer. "Are you regretting getting a dog?"

Steve looks from Eddie towards Strider, entire face going soft. "Never."