Rushing Their Departure

As morning rose across the east coast of North America, Alex opened his eyes, his mind still tired as he had barely slept.

He had convinced Kary to head to bed around two in the morning, so they could try to reestablish a regular sleeping schedule. But, now that he was doing it, he regretted every second of that thought.

Cuddling up to Kary's back, he murmured into her ear.

"Rise and shine, my little flame of destruction. It's six in the morning. I know the night was short, but we have to get up. The plane should be ready for us this morning, and we need to get ready to leave."

Kary groaned at him, squirming in his grasp, as she tried to push him off so she could keep sleeping.

But shoving him away was no small feat, and Alex only chuckled as she squirmed herself awake in his arms.

"I love you, but fuck you…" she grumbled, as she spun around in his arms to face him.