The sunlight filtering in through the windows woke Ashley far earlier than she would've liked. She always forgot to close the drapes and she slept in Henry's room.
Somehow, the intrusive glare of light never bothered Henry, as he was still sleeping deeply, sprawled on his stomach and exhaling snuffling little breaths. He pushed the blankets down to pool at his waist, just revealing the curve of his perky rear end.
Smiling, Ashley reflected on falling into bed with him the night before, both of them far too tired to do more than strip off their clothes before crawling under the covers.
It was kind of nice, to be in a stable relationship where it felt good to just sleep together sometimes.
But now that she'd had a bit of rest and the damn sun had woken her…well, she wasn't just going to nod off again.
Gracefully, she leaned over Henry, noting how the smooth, strong muscles of his back twitched as her hair brushed his skin. The two stars inked on his upper back called out to her and she just had to press her lips to the unblemished skin between.
"Mmm, g'mornin," Henry murmured, turning his head to offer her a sleepy smile.
"Oh good, you're up," she grinned, then proceeded to let her fingers walk a path down his spine. He gave a happy little shudder as her nails scraped over the hidden curve of his bum.
Reaching out to pull her close, Henry returned her smile. "I am indeed," he growled before kissing her.
It was a very good morning.
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