"Zuko~," she cooed in his scarred ear, her body slightly propped above his with a smile. She had thoroughly enjoyed laying there next to him and watching him sleep (it was a rare occurrence, usually only during the weekends), but the hour for breakfast was approaching and he was still fast asleep, which said something considering how much of a light sleeper he was. He’d stayed up later than usual with the overload of paperwork he’d received in the past week.
However, she was aware how prone he was to skipping meals when he was working and she’d given herself the duty of making sure he kept himself fed and well.
A soft kiss was pressed just below his earlobe, never caring about the rough feel of the scar tissue. “Come on, sleepyhead. Time to wake up.”