Hawks sighed contentedly as the morning sun warmed his feathers. Still half asleep, he lay stretched across your chest, wings unconsciously drawing you closer. You smiled softly at the sight of the usually stern hero allowing his guard to drop.

As consciousness returned, Hawks opened languid eyes, taking in your smiling face with an expression of relaxed pleasure. "Good morning," he purred, voice still rough with sleep. You tried to sit up but his wings only tightened possessively.

“stay.”