#i got cheesy with the sunshine thing but can you blame me? rebecca has that effect on me :]

[ghostdice]

prompt: climbing back into bed, onto your partner’s body to wake them up

☀︎ rebecca x gender neutral reader. domestic, sleepy, and the slightest bit suggestive at the end. also, toothpaste! era not specified but i was envisioning this to be post-death island :] ☀︎ ~750 words

A/N: brushing your teeth can be difficult sometimes, but becca's cheering for you, trust me <3

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Rebecca has always been a bit of a morning person. The early bird gets the worm, or so the saying goes. She rises like the sun, and for all intents and purposes, she is the sun. She’s been an ever-present light in your life since you’d first met, and you made sure she knew it, affectionately nicknaming her, “sunshine.”

You, on the other hand, are more of a night owl. You tend to stay up late, trying to indulge yourself in some of your own personal hobbies and interests after long days of work. Rebecca once joked that you live a double life: in the day, masking as a regular office worker, and in the night- she had said your name so earnestly.

“You’re you.” She’d smiled at you with all the reverence in the world. “And that’s when I like you best.”

It didn’t stop her from telling you to fix your sleep schedule though. Revenge bedtime procrastination, she’d called it. You’d looked it up when the birds had begun chirping, and it checked out, actually. “You got me there, Dr. Chambers,” you’d muttered to yourself as you’d wrapped your arms around her waist, face tucked into the nape of her neck.

“Mm,” she’d hummed, as if to say I told you so from the depths of sleep.

Your phone alarm rings, warranted but unwanted. You groan, feeling around for your phone before clumsily tapping at it until you managed to get the snooze button without opening an eye. Satisfied by the moment of silence, you roll onto your back, trying to get comfy again.

Rebecca pokes her head back into the room. “You can’t keep snoozing your alarm, sleepyhead.” (Or, “You cam’t keeph thnoothimg your alarm, thleepyhead.” You don’t have to look up to picture her toothbrush hanging from the corner of her mouth, toothpaste froth threatening to slip down her chin. Cute. Irresistible, if you weren’t still half-asleep.)

By the time she returns, your alarm is going off again. She turns it off herself, noting how you’d apparently opted to cover your face with your pillow in some less than half-assed attempt to muffle the noise.

Needless to say, you’re in need of a little extra help. Good thing Rebecca’s great at helping- especially when it comes to you.

She clambers back into the bed, and without a second thought, she flops on top of you. The breath is knocked out of you, a groaned, “Mph,” drawn out from underneath your pillow.

She calls your name softly, knocking gently on the pillow with her knuckles. “Anyone in there?” she teases, leaning down to press her ear to the makeshift-door. When you don’t answer, she frowns, tossing the offending obstacle away entirely.

“Hey, sleepyhead. We said we’d meet Jill and Claire at 8, and I know you have a few things to get done before then, so- unless you want me to tickle you, get up.”

Honestly, you’d kinda woken up the moment she’d unceremoniously thrown herself on top of you. You’d just enjoyed the pressure she provided and her amusing, although fruitless, attempt to wake you. The threat of being tickled, however, works.

When you wrap your arms around her torso and roll yourself so you’re on top of her, she practically squeaks in surprise. You brace yourself on your forearms, just barely hovering above her.

“Okay, I’m up,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep. “Can’t have the others hounding my ass for sleeping in, too.”

You lean on one forearm, your newly free hand sliding down to hold onto her hip. You dip forward, pressing kisses along her collarbone. She sighs, content, minty.

You pull away, and as she goes to follow you, you press a palm to her shoulder. She lets you push her back down to the mattress, smiling at you. Radiant as always.

“Stay there for me. ‘M just gonna brush my teeth.” You glance at the time, reading 6:24. You’ve got time. She gives you a knowing look before sliding off her t-shirt (yours, actually). You grin at her before heading into the bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush.

You lean back, looking sidelong into the bedroom as Rebecca lays on her stomach, stripes of sunlight trailing across her skin. Waiting for you. You smile to yourself.

Looks like the sun woke you up after all.