He could feel himself being poked softly in the eye. He furrowed his eyebrows but did nothing else. He knew that if he opened his eyes then the wonderful dream he was having would be officially over and he'd be forced to face reality. The prodding became more insistent, but still he didn't move. He would not submit, dammit.

[Mr. Addy! Wake up!]

He growled and cracked open an eye.

"Poe, what did I say I would do to you if you called me Mr. Addy again?" he hissed grouchily. Poe drooped and pouted.

[Poe get cooked in microwave...]

"Good. Now go put yourself in the microwave." he grumbled and buried his head under the pillow. He hoped the imp didn't take him seriously but didn't have the energy to tell him so. Several minutes pass and he can still feel Poe's eyes on him, so he sighs and peeks out from underneath the pillow.

"What?" he snapped, his voice rough with sleep. Poe squirmed.

[Poe hungry.]

"Then go eat."

[You say no yummy eating house mates.]

"Then go find a drug addict or something an eat him."

Poe grimaced.

[Taste like nastiness!]

Johnny groaned and buried his head back under the pillow.

"Eat a pop-tart. Leeme alone." he grumbled again. He ignored Poe's protests until a mass of blankets and pillows beside him shifted, revealing Cherry's naked body as he sat up.

"Poe," Cherry yawned softly, "we're both very tired, so please excuse him. Why don't you go with Minea to the butcher? I'm sure if you ask nicely he'll be more than happy the give you a whole sackful of yummy eyeballs."

Poe squealed.

[Thank you Mr. Cherry!] and he whizzed off. Cherry groaned and fell back of the mess of pillows beside his master, who unbeknownst to him was in a state of shock.

Last night wasn't a dream. It actually happened. They had actually kissed. They had actually made love, over and over again. The shared moments of intimacy, the sweet nothings whispered to each other, the countless 'I love you's..it was all...real.

Johnny's heart raced, drowning him in bliss. Beneath the pillow his lips quirked into a smile. The feeling intensified when Cherry rolled over behind him and snaked an arm around his chest and pulled him closer, pressing the two of them together. He felt the nape of his neck being kissed. When he didn't move Cherry gave a quiet hum and leaned up. He lifted the pillow off his master's head just enough so the he could coax the man to roll over into a kiss. It was a gentle sliding of lips with a few meek peeking of tongues before they broke away.

"You alright?" Cherry whispered. Johnny just closed his eyes and lay back with a smile.

" Course." he whispered back, stroking Cherry's hair. The younger man lay back down, nestling his head in the crook of Johnny's neck. His arm lay lazily across the man's chest with a hand in his hair, a habit he had since childhood. As he fell back asleep he felt the arms around him tighten, drawing ever closer into both a possessive and protective embrace.

Xx

Well, here you are black.! I hope it will suffice...it's a little quick, but as soon as you said 'morning after fluff' this immediately popped into mind. Enjoy!