Fandom: Star Trek
Pairings/characters: Jim Kirk x female
Words: 458

An alarm blared and was timed perfectly with my dream, making me mistake it for red alert. I jolted awake, heaving for my breath, every limb stiff. For a few seconds, I stared disoriented around in the semi-dark room, my brain sluggishly trying to understand that the lack of a red blinking light meant that there was no danger. Muscle memory had me reaching for the bedside table and silenced the alarm.

As silence filled the room, I breathed easier. I glanced at the clock and it read 0602 hours. Then I turned to see if Jim was awake yet, but he was still sleeping peacefully. The sight of him made the last of the adrenaline rush out of my body and I turned to my side and inched closer to him, needing to be as near as possible. I sneaked one arm across his torso, the other was squashed between his arm and my chest. I pressed my lips to his upper arm for a second and then breathed him in.

My eyes fluttered and I didn't remember anything else until I jolted awake. I looked back at the clock again and it was now 0610. Jim was still asleep. We were going to be late for our shifts if we didn't get up soon. I nudged him gently, but he must be sleeping pretty deeply. So, I raised myself up on my elbow and looked down at him, smiling. Then I pressed my lips to his forehead. And his cheek. His eye. There was a low hum from him. I kissed his nose. His cheek again. His chin. Then his lips.

Jim made another humming sound, his nose scrunching up briefly. I realised my hair had fallen over his face and must be tickling him. I didn't push it away but kept peppering his face with kisses. Not even stopping when his eyes slowly opened and he spoke. "Sweetheart? It's too early to wake me up."

"No, it's not." Kiss. He closed his eyes again. "It's getting," kiss, "late." Kiss. "You need to," kiss, "wake up."

Suddenly, his arms shot up and his hands went to my face to hold me still. His eyes snapped open again, the pupils nearly swallowing the bright blue, but they shrank to shield themselves from the simulated daylight. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Around 0615." I grinned.

"Well then." He pulled my face to his and pressed his lips to mine quickly. "Rise and shine, beautiful," he whispered against my lips, and before I knew it, he had let me go and had rolled out of bed. I groaned, but the sight of his naked ass walking away from me had me up and running after him in seconds.