A lazy, bone-tired morning. That’s how this could be described.

You were wrapped up in your lovers arms, his gentle snores racking through the shared room. Cadell had came home late from his last mission, and clearly didn’t clean up with the way he smelt.

You grimace at the stench of sweat and mud that hit your senses as you wake, making you turn your back to him. Cadell grumbled in his sleep, pulling you against him tighter.