Apollo awoke to the chilly morning, sitting up on the bed and gazing at the bare-skinned figure next to him who pulled the blanket over his head. Apollo smiled softly, lifted the sheets for a bit, and placed a kiss on top of Dorian's head. He then swung his long legs off the bed and put on his trousers and boots when he heard a grunt.
"You're just going to leave me here?" Dorian said groggily. He had already turned, his entire body wrapped in blankets and his dark hair falling over his eyes. Apollo smirked, standing there half-naked and admiring Dorian's bedhead appearance.
"I'd rather spend the whole day with you, love, but you know the drill." Apollo reached towards the couch where he had tossed his shirt. He shrugged it on. There was a snort.
"Well, that was much too soon," Dorian said. "I was still admiring the view."
"We can continue with each other's . . . views tonight." Apollo approached him and kissed him. "We don't want Cullen and the others barging in on us and disrupting our little 'viewing session.' I'll see you later."
"Do try having as little fun there without me," Dorian called out as Apollo made his way to the door.
"Trust me, love, I'm already miserable without you around. I'll drop by in the library in the afternoon, that's a promise."