Wiccan awoke slowly. The feeling of being held tightly by another human being as he drifted in and out of slumber made him feel safer than he ever had before. He breathed in deeply and rubbed Hulkling's unshaven face against his own. The scent of cologne and cigarettes stuck to Hulkling's skin and it wafted into Wiccan's nostrils. It was a sent that Wiccan was beginning to love. A scent that made him felt like he was home. As Wiccan's eyes began to droop again he clung tightly to his lover's sleeping body. He had never felt as perfect as he did in this moment. Sunlight was leaking through the blinds and running across the young couple. As Wiccan's eyes slowly began to shut again, he wanted nothing more than to take this moment, and make it last a lifetime. He took one last look at the face of the boy who was capable of making him feel loved and his eyelids came together, his mind left to dwell upon the boy lying next to him during his remaining hours of sleep.