Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Saved by the Bell
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Say What Friday: "The amount of sleep required by the average person is five minutes longer." -- Wilson Misner
Warning(s): Future Fic, AU
Word Count: 1,028
Date Written: 16 September 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Engel, not the author, and are used without permission.
Slater groans as Jessie’s alarm clock goes off. He pulls his pillow over his head and tries to block out the shrill noise . . . until he feels his wife obediently getting up. “It’s a Saturday,” he mutters from underneath his pillow.
He shuts his eyes and barely keeps from wincing. How can the woman get up day after day when the sun isn’t even thinking about rising yet -- and they haven’t been too long in bed themselves?! “Jess,” he mutters, “we’ve been asleep . . . what? Three hours?”
“So?” she asks again. He can tell from the movements around their bedroom that she’s beginning to pull on her robe. “It wasn’t my idea to spend all night out. I have work to do, Slater. The early bird catches the worm, you know.”
“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. We haven’t seen the gang since we got married.” They’ve been married for a month now, and she’s risen obediently at the same time every day since they returned from their honeymoon, regardless of how late they got to bed the night before or what their plans for the day were.
“It’s not like I’ve changed, Poppa. You knew I was an early riser when you married me. Besides, the amount of sleep required by the average person is -- “
“Five minutes longer,” he interrupts her.
He can feel her stop, turn around, and look at him. He can practically feel her eyes on him as he reaches out from underneath his pillow. “No,” she starts to say.
“Five minutes longer,” he says again.
“No -- “ She starts to move away from the bed. He snatches her hand and yanks her back. She shrieks as she topples backwards into their bed, the water mattress giving way beneath her weight. She struggles to break free, but he doesn’t let her until he’s on top of her and peering sleepily down into her blazing eyes. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry, Momma.”
She starts to roll her eyes, but he stops the motion with a kiss. “Five . . . “ he says yet again. “ . . . more . . . minutes . . . “ He punctuates each word with another hot kiss pressed to her mouth.
“Five minutes with you is -- “ She starts to say, but he moves to her neck and suckles the base of her throat. “ -- is -- “ He leans up, grabs her earlobe in his teeth, and pulls gently. Her words give way to a lustful sigh.
“Five more minutes,” he breathes into her ear. He lowers himself slowly down against her, and she can feel his need through his pajama pants. She reaches down between them and tugs at one of the pull strings on his pants. His tongue flicks into her ear, and she moans.
Jessie struggles to think. She knows there was a reason why she was getting up so early. She wanted to read the last chapter in her book, and she needs to work on the case that’s going to take all her legal expertise to win Monday. Slater runs his tongue into her ear again, eliciting another moan from her. She can’t think like this! “Five minutes with you is never enough.”
“Then give me an hour,” Slater returns. He grabs her earlobe again and chews it for a moment before adding, “Or two.” He rubs his body against hers and looks back up into her eyes, his own eyes bright, wide, alert, and sparkling now. “It’s not like you’re not awake, Momma.” He smiles at her; the moonlight, reaching in through their windows, sparkles on his dimples. She sighs, defeated but smiling.
But then she crinkles her nose at him and winks. “I told you there was a good reason to get up early.”
“You always get me up.”
She grins. “Pig!”
“Lawyer!” She laughs, a truly beautiful, carefree, and joyous sound. He lowers himself down against her again and kisses her. His tongue sweeps into her mouth as his hands undo her robe. This time, he doesn’t let up nor does she protest again . . . not even three hours later when she awakes to find his strong arms wrapped tightly around her.
She does start to move, but he grumbles in his sleep. She stops. The feel of his arms around her is such a wonderful feeling. She’s still wrapped and basking in the afterglow of their love. She hates to move. She hates to disrupt him. She hates to end this moment of pure, perfected happiness.
But then she remembers the case waiting for her Monday and the woman’s life who depends on her winning the case. She starts to move again. Slater murmurs, his hot breath whispering her name washes over her cheek. He nuzzles more deeply into her long hair. Jessie sighs. She’ll have plenty of time to work on that case later this weekend, and she knows he’ll help wherever he can. But right now, she doesn’t want to be the hard working lawyer.
Right now, she wants to be one of the few things she never thought she’d want to be growing up. She doesn’t want to have to worry about the lives who depend on her, her career, or her reputation. She doesn’t want to have to be the hard, tight ass Slater called her months ago, when they were arguing about their wedding date and she was foolishly trying to put it off. She doesn’t want to shove away the only man she’s ever loved and will ever love.
Right now, she just wants to be his wife. She looks down at the hands that hold hers and their wedding rings gleaming in the early morning sunlight. She closes her eyes with relish and once again feels the arms around her. Slater murmurs her name again in his sleep.
His dreams breaks as she moves. “Wuzzit?”
“Nothing, darling,” she says, just shifting slightly and settling back down into his arms. She lowers her head and kisses the hands holding hers. “Just sleep.” He does, and although she doesn’t sleep another wink, she lays there for hours, just enjoying the way he holds her, cherishing the life they have together, and basking in the glow of being Mrs. A.C. Slater.