Of Skipping Breakfast, Porcupines, and Words Not Yet Understood

[Continues the morning after this.]
[Yep, rated NC-17 again]

*waking as a sunbeam hits my eye, starting to stretch and then realizing that I'm all in a tangle with another set of warm arms and legs. Slow smile as I shift a little, debating just watching you sleep a while longer or kissing you awake. The kiss wins out, and lands on your cheek as I quietly murmur* Good morning...

( The last leg of the journey... )