Blackwood Grove, Saturday Morning

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian woke up slowly, his face buried in the softness of Rey's hair, feeling the slight weight of her against his chest. He knew he should be getting up, he'd had plans for slipping downstairs to make Rey breakfast (he'd been perfecting his heart-shaped pancakes for days now) before she even woke up, but now that he was awake, he couldn't convince himself to move just yet. It wasn't that he was worried about jostling her and waking her up, or even just that his cabin held a bit of chill in it and that staying under the blankets with Rey was warm and cozy, but just that he was so happy and content with where he was that he honestly just couldn't make himself move.

Breakfast could wait. Morning snuggles couldn't.

(For the lady, pls!)

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[thatwaslucky]

She was more than all right with rougher than usual, reflected in the pleased sounds she made at his actions. And the way she raised her hips up to grind against him a bit, just to be encouraging.

[witchoftheflesh]

Rey was a wonder of encouragement. Consider Adrian incredibly encouraged, as hopefully the way he ground into her hips established. It was a good thing she liked his groan because he was doing it again, this time groaning out her name.

"Rey."

[thatwaslucky]

Getting that sort of reaction really was one of her favorite things. And she could be honest about it, like how she whispered, "I love when you say my name like that," right before turning her attention to his neck.