I am half-asleep myself when Slade stirs. He is not awake yet, I am almost certain, and it is an automatic movement to stretch against him, curling closer to the warmth of his body. Mindless, animal contentment in the scent of him, in the lethargy I permit my limbs to hold.
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Date: 2008-06-26 04:04 am (UTC)