Sam stretched his limbs out, groaning when his head hit the wall behind of his bed. He huffed, swinging his legs off to the side and standing up.

Of course, his legs took him to where the sounds of ABBA and the smells of breakfast were.

“Mh, good mornin’.” He greeted you rather sleepily, his hands snaking around from behind and sliding underneath your t-shirt, rubbing over the smooth skin of your love bitten stomach.

“Smells absolutely delectable out here.” He murmured against your neck.