Title: Good Morning To You, Too
Prompt: #31, Sunrise
Word Count: 325
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Morning musings from the mind of David Stutler
bAuthor's Notes:/b I don't own Sorcerer's Apprentice. If I did, Balthazar and Dave would have fallen in love and had hot...'tea'... at the end of the movie. Oh! And I'm not making any money off the writing of this. It's all for fun.
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One of the very few benefits of not sleeping well most nights was the ability to watch his lover sleep. Of course, through the shadows of a night-darkened room, that's a rather difficult task, with very little to appreciate in the view. But it was different when the sun began to rise.

The room lightened and shadows withdrew, leaving him to drink in the sight of the other man still too deep in sleep to react to the ray of sunlight that fell directly across his face. His arms had twined themselves around the pillow that only half-supported his head by now- a consequence of all his restless tossing and turning during the long hours of the night. Every now and again, he unconsciously nuzzled his cheek against the soft fabric beneath him, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Adorable.

He couldn't really call the other man that to his face, unless he wanted to wind up knocked on his ass without ever seeing it coming. He'd learned the hard way on that one; Balthazar Blake did not approve of being told he was adorable. However, that didn't stop the thought from crossing Dave's mind on multiple occasions; this morning included.

Just as the sorcerer tightened his arms around his pillow, Dave let out a quiet chuckle, murmuring the word aloud under his breath. First came the realization that he'd slipped, followed by a tense moment of wondering if Balthazar had heard. His eyes had remained closed so far, but he was still. Too still...

"Balthazar?" One eye peeked open, followed by the other, and in the brief moment of silence that passed, Dave thought he'd gotten away with it. Then, his mentor's hand twitched slightly, and he found himself propelled over the edge of their bed onto the floor.

"I am not adorable," Balthazar huffed, ignoring Dave's answering laugh as he laid his head back on his pillow.