Nico di Angelo. Waking up at nine, sometimes eleven. He groaned in the pillow, before moving his head slightly and reaching for the nightstand to take his phone. He opened it and checked the time, groaning once more as he did. His dark hair was messier than ever, his clothes were ruffled.

But the interesting thing is, that he didn't have any nightmares that night...

Then he felt the slight weight of hands over his waist. His eyes trailed over them, quickly realizing who they belonged to.

He shifted slightly to look at them. Their face was buried in his hair, their chest heaved slightly with their breasts. The sight alone filled Nicis heart with love. But he quickly fell back down and anxiously stiffened, not wanting to wake them up.

To wake you up.