[There's no mistaking that smile on his face. He might not want to open his eyes, but he's awake. She knows it. And while they should probably get out of bed, should check on Rue and prepare breakfast, she can't bring herself to care about any of that. The future can wait.
Because by now, his hand is on her face and her eyes have closed in bliss. She bends her head down to kiss him gently, hands curling against his chest, lips teasing his playfully -- all as the hunger in her starts to awaken.
Reluctantly, she pulls away just enough to whisper.] Good morning.
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Because by now, his hand is on her face and her eyes have closed in bliss. She bends her head down to kiss him gently, hands curling against his chest, lips teasing his playfully -- all as the hunger in her starts to awaken.
Reluctantly, she pulls away just enough to whisper.] Good morning.