Dale lies on his back, his body almost too hot to bear, and his mind still spinning a little from that most agreeable post-coital satisfaction.
"I could get used to mornings like these." Harry still sounds a little out of breath.
Dale cracks a smile and turns his head ever so slightly. "Will you look at that: A full sentence and a smile before you even had your first coffee."
The sheriff turns his head and Dale sees his brown eyes are brimming with mirth. "Well, you're almost as good as coffee."
He slowly raises an eyebrow and lets a few seconds pass before he replies, "Really?"
"Mhm." Harry rolls over, his face now very close, and his broad, warm hand cups the back of the Special Agent's neck.
Dale doesn't move. "Almost?"
Harry's breath is warm on Dale's lips but Dale rests a hand on Harry's chest, pressing firmly.
"Almost?"
The sheriff gives in with a warm smile. "Fine, you're better than coffee."
It's a slow, lazy kiss; Dale lets his fingertips run lightly over Harry's arm and lets out a soft whimper in the back of his throat before he can stop himself.