Pretty Little Liars Preferences

#28 Mornings

Ezra: You looked at your boyfriend's sleeping face and giggled. His mouth was ajar, soft snores escaping with every breath. He was out cold completely exhausted from last night. It was almost noon and you wanted to spend time with Ezra because you hadn't seen him yesterday all day. You wanted to wake him up, but he was out cold and everything you tried hadn't worked. Finally you decided to have a little fun and got out your make up bag. You had to stifle your giggles as you put the cosmetics all over your boyfriend's face. Green eyeshadow, pink blush, red lipstick. It looked like a four year old girl had attacked his face with her Disney princess crayons. You took your feathery blend brush and started to tickle Ezra's nose. "Ezra" you whispered sweetly, "Ezra, wake up baby." Ezra stirred in his sleep, groaning at the sudden bright light as his eyes fluttered open. "(Y/N)?" He yawned smiling slightly. "Yes?" You giggled. You couldn't help it, he looked ridiculous. "Why are you laughing?" He asked puzzled. "Go look in the mirror." You snorted. Ezra got up slowly exposing his half naked body. He slumped his way to the bathroom still half asleep. "(Y/N)!" Ezra yells, "What's this?" His face poking out from the bathroom and you can't help but fall to pieces. Clutching your sides and giggling uncontrollably until tears form in your eyes. "Oh my god. I can't breathe, I can't breathe." You snort gasping for breath. Ezra reappears with a scowl on his washed face. He scoops up your body and drops you onto the bed before hovering over your body. "If I weren't so tired you'd be dead right now." Ezra says before dropping himself on you. You groan under his body weight and attempt to flip him off you. "Ezra, you're heavy." You pout finally rolling him over. "Hurtful," he pouts pulling you on top of him, "Did you like your wake up surprise?" You giggle. "No," he pouts, "I think we're going to have to try it again." He closes his eyes and pretends to wake up again. "(Y/N)," he smiles, "What a surprise. I missed you so much." He winks and you roll your eyes. "Very funny." You laugh smacking his chest. He pouts and puckers his lips. You make an over exasperated sigh and peck his lips lightly. "That's a weak kiss. I think I deserve a better one; don't you?" He pulls your face in close to his and captures his lips in yours. "I think this is the perfect way to spend our day together don't you?" He utters against you lips before continuing the kiss. "Perfect." You sigh entangling yourself in his body; fitting perfectly as if you were made to be in his arms.

Caleb: You rolled over blinking numerous times trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming through your curtains. You take a deep breath before staring at the sleeping boy beside you. Caleb's arms hang loosely around your body as he continues to snore loudly beside you. You slip quietly from his loose grip and tiptoe out of bed. Caleb stirs at your actions but continues to sleep. Making your way downstairs you turn on the kettle to make a cup of tea. You attempt to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you lean lazily against the counter. Popping toast into the toaster and grabbing mugs and plates from the cupboard, you grab the jam and vegimite from the fridge and start making breakfast for both you and Caleb. You were distracted by tea making you didn't hear Caleb come down the stairs. "I woke up this morning and you weren't there." He pouts walking towards you. "Sorry babe." You giggle turning back to your tea making. "Worst way to wake up ever." He pouts wrapping his arms around your tummy. "Are you making me a tea as well?" He asks pointing to the second mug. "Mmm hmm, and your bread is toasting, and the vegimite is beside the microwave." You say handing him his tea. "Aww thanks babe you're the best." Caleb say taking a sip of his tea. "So do you forgive me for leaving you this morning?" You ask handing him his plate of food. "No." He says firmly. "What can I do to make it up to you?" You ask. A cheeky smirk appears on his face. "I can think of a few ways. But after I eat my toast." He winks pecking your lips lightly. "Love you (Y/N)." "Love you too Caleb."

Toby: Toby had to practically drag you away from the Playstation last night because you were stuck on a level of your favorite game. A game you were addicted to. You had woken up early and wriggled out of Toby's arms just so you could continue playing. You ran down the stairs to the living room in nothing but Toby's too-big-on-you t-shirt and your underwear. The Playstation couldn't turn on fast enough as you waited impatiently for everything to load. Soon enough you were slaying zombies and trying to be as quiet as possible so you wouldn't wake Toby up from his sleep. You were starting to get frustrated. You were down to your last life and you had one zombie left. You just needed one shot, one freaking shot to beat the level you had been stuck on for so long. You aimed your gun and locked aim at your target. Just as you were about to pull the trigger on your gun and win the level the tv screen went blank. "What? No no no no no no. This can't be happening." You panic pressing random buttons trying to get it to work again. "(Y/N) it's not even five yet." Toby grumbles tiredly coming into view with the Playstation's power plug in hand. "Toby! What the fuck? I was almost done with the level I've been stuck on. You asshole." You shout frustrated. "You haven't even been asleep for three hours. You need sleep and I need cuddles." He says trying to take away your game controller. "You'll have to pry this game controller from my cold dead hands." You threaten. "You need to sleep." Toby argues. "I'm not tired though." You pout. "I can think of an activity that will tire you out." Toby say cheekily before crashing his lips forcefully on yours. Your hands drop the game controller and immediately entangle themselves in hi hair. The kiss become rougher and more heated as Toby picks you up and presses you up against the wall biting your lower lip. Hard. "Toby" You gasp clutching desperately at his strong neck. "You were basically asking for it. Wearing one of my shirts and just you panties, you planned this all along didn't you (Y/N)." Toby picks you up bridal continuing the kiss as he leads you to the bedroom. "Actually I planed on beating my level, which you so rudely interrupted." You gasp breaking the kiss. Toby smirks throwing you on to the bed. "Don't get smart with me." Toby chuckles. "Don't tell me what to do." "Then don't leave me alone in the middle of the night for a video game." Hurt flashes through his eyes. "Did I upset you Toby?" You ask seriously. "Well it's not a very nice way to wake up." He mutters falling beside you on the bed. "I'm sorry. I didn't really think anything of it. I just wanted to beat the level." You say cuddling into his side yawning slightly. "Maybe we could try this waking up thing again?" Toby pouts kissing your lips sweetly. You nod your head eagerly. "I promise I won't leave for a video game this time." Toby wraps his arms around you tightly. "Doesn't matter. It's not like you'd be able to escape anyways." Toby chuckles kissing your head softly. "Love you Toby sleep tight." You whisper pecking his lips once more. "Love you too (Y/N). Stay this time." He pleads before you both drift back to sleep.

Jason: He loves the lighting in the early mornings, and he loves how it looks dappling over your skin like little rain drops. He loves to watch the light move through then room, turning your skin porcelain and bronze. Your hair lightens and deepens, and your lips flush red and then pink again. You nuzzled into him, even in your must vulnerable state seeking him out and he smiled, that adorable boyish grin that made you weak in the knees. "I can feel you staring at me," You murmured, the last traces of sleep slowly leaving you. He laughed, pressing his lips to your brow, the tip of your nose and finally against your lips. "Can you blame me? You're beautiful," You laughed, rolling onto your back and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "It's too early for me to be beautiful," you teased, eyes finally opening. He was propped up on his arm, his free hand lazily tracing patterns onto your skin. "You're always beautiful," he said softly, his eyes dark and serious. "You don't see yourself the way I see you. There isn't a time that I don't think you beautiful." You blushed, rolling into his arms as your fingers toyed with the hair on the back of his neck. "Oh yeah?" You asked, brows raised. He nodded, his lips coming closer to yours. "Let me show you how beautiful I think you are," he said darkly, his lips pressing against your heart.

Mike: He knows his alarm is about to go off and he groans, burrowing back down under the duvet and into you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him pressed against your chest and in your arms, which was exactly where he belonged. The hardest part of your day was when Mike crawled out of bed. "I have to get up," he said on a sigh, his limbs still heavy with sleep. You shook your head, lips on the crown of his head. "Let's just stay here forever," You said hoarsely, throat still thick with sleep. He smiled against your neck, the curving of his lips tickling your skin. "I like that idea," he pressed his lips to your skin, loving that you were still so warm and you smelt like a mixture of your perfume and his cologne. "We only leave when we need to eat," you continued, feeling him rise slowly up your body, his lips pressing against your cheek and the corner of your mouth. "And I have to hold you the entire time," he was grinning now, his eyes twinkling down at you as he dipped his mouth to yours. "No argument here," you laughed, linking your arms around his neck. "We're playing hooky today," with that he turned off his alarm and dragged you back down under the covers.